Mother Qi was most pleased to hear this: "Which member of our Qi family is lacking in good looks? How bad could my little grandson be?"

Jiang Yanning liked his great-grandmother. Since he couldn't go to his mother's side for the time being, he quickly went to his great-grandmother's side. Although his speech was unclear, it didn't stop him from shouting, "What a pity!"

That "helplessness" is indeed quite mesmerizing.

Besides "baba," "mama," and "piggy," Jiang Yanning can only call out this "helpless oh."

"It's helpless" is what my great-grandmother meant.

Piggy, that's my uncle.

But there's nothing he can do about his unclear speech; he's only one year old.

When the baby's first birthday celebration actually began, Jiang Yanning was still restless, constantly calling out, "Mama, Mama..."

Ning Qiluo didn't respond, so Jiang Yanning settled for second best and called out again, "Beep beep... beep beep..."

As soon as Jiang Yingchi came over, Jiang Yanning snuggled into Jiang Yingchi's arms, crying, "Baby...baby..."

"Baby" simply means "hug".

Well, Jiang Yanning can say that, but he really doesn't know much else. He still needs to learn slowly.

Jiang Yingchi picked up the little one, her face stern, and asked, "What do you want?"

Jiang Yanning stared intently in Ning Qiluo's direction, his eyes shining, and his mouth practically watering. Just then, Ning Qiluo walked over with a bowl in her hand. She was already half full, and the little guy's drool was practically dripping onto Jiang Yingchi's shoulder.

"Mama, mama, mama..."

The little guy kept shouting.

Ning Qiluo couldn't help but chuckle.

At this moment, Qi Siyi's voice came: "This kid isn't interested in any of the things displayed over there. I think maybe we didn't display enough? Look, we have writing brushes, ink, paper, inkstones, and an abacus. We also have gold and silver. And those peach blossoms, we picked a whole branch but he didn't even look at them. He's really overly confident in his future looks."

Qi Yunsheng said, "Kids love to eat these things, but they didn't even look at the steamed buns."

Qi Siyi said quietly, "Won't I end up being a beggar in the future?"

Everyone: "..."

Begging for food? You're the one begging for food!

All I want is Mommy's fish balls! Fish balls! But you all don't understand what I'm thinking, hmph.

"I've found it!"

Suddenly, Ning Qiluo shouted.

Everyone turned to look at Ning Qiluo, and Jiang Yingchi also looked at her, "What happened?"

Ning Qiluo smiled, her eyelashes curving, still holding the bowl in her hand, and said, "The little one has been staring at the bowl in my hand, he must want my bowl."

Jiang Yanning: "..."

No, baby wants fish balls.

"Could it be that you'll be a chef in the future?" Qi Ruofei asked as she entered.

Qi Xiangchen, who followed him in, remarked, "Shouldn't they be foodies?"

Yes! A foodie! Definitely a foodie!

Everyone suddenly realized.

And that's how Jiang Wanwan got her nickname.

However, the original name should have been Jiang Wanwan, but Ning Qiluo came up with the name because she said that her son always stared at her bowl, so Jiang Wanwan would sound better. This did not require Jiang Yingchi's consent, and Ning Qiluo happily called her son by his nickname: Jiang Wanwan.

At first, Jiang Yingchi didn't have any particular thoughts; Jiang Wanwan seemed and sounded quite nice. (His doting on his wife had no limits.)

Of course, this only looks good on paper; it's not good when you actually write it.

Initially, it was Qi Siyi who taught Jiang Yanning to write his name. Instead of his formal name, he taught him to write his nickname. He felt that the character for "bowl" had too many strokes, so he changed it to the character for "pill".

She added, "Actually, I knew from the beginning that what you really wanted was the meatballs in your mother's bowl. It would be more appropriate to name them Jiang Wanwan."

Thus, Jiang Wanwan was born.