The youngest daughter is thin, but she's tender and fresh, no longer the wrinkled appearance of a newborn. Such a lovely little girl, who wouldn't like her?
Especially the old father Li, whose eyes are red from yearning for a daughter!
Nianyang glanced at the man in disgust, "Go wash your face and shave. Look at you, all scruffy—don't scare the girl into crying."
Li Tingyan rubbed his nose, realizing he hasn't tidied himself up in days and almost forgot how disheveled he looks now.
He said, "By the way, darling, we received a letter from the family. Grandpa has given names to the three children.
The eldest is called Li Jinyan, the middle one Li Shenxing, and the youngest daughter Chu Zhixing."
"The names sound so nice," Nianyang couldn't help but exclaim, "but why does the youngest daughter have the surname Chu?"
