An Ran stuck her tongue out at the sour taste. Among the five flavors, apart from salty, her favorite was sweet. The other flavors like sour, bitter, and spicy weren't to her liking at all.
Yet, this man peeled such sour oranges for her to eat.
An Ran placed the remaining oranges on the table, "I won't eat anymore, they're too sour."
"Wifey, you're so afraid of sour, what are you going to do in the future?" Mu Xingfeng tossed the remaining oranges directly into the trash can and sighed.
An Ran was puzzled, then heard Mu Xingfeng continue, "They say pregnant women love sour food the most, and the nausea during pregnancy can often be suppressed by eating sour things. You're going to suffer later on since you don't like sour."
"Where did you hear that? Grandma said, sour for a boy, spicy for a girl. If push comes to shove, we just won't have a son." An Ran dismissed it lightly.
"But you don't like spicy either?"
An Ran, "..."
This seems like a real conundrum.
