"It's settled then. Our baby will be called Little Pig from now on. Dad, hurry up with the formal name. Don't choose one with too many strokes. Just something simple and easy to pronounce." Ye Qingqing made the decision and reminded Ye Mingcheng of the major taboos in naming.

Some parents love to give their children unique names, such as four-character names or names with many strokes. While these names are indeed quite distinctive, they can be inconvenient for children when they go to school.

A four-character name is fine, it's just a bit awkward to pronounce. But a name with many strokes is really a problem. Ye Qingqing once saw a news story about a little boy whose name had 48 strokes for each character, and a total of 170 or 180 strokes for all three characters. Moreover, these were rare characters that even teachers didn't recognize.

The most painful thing is for the children. In first grade, they can't even draw a straight line, but they have to write their names with 170 or 180 strokes. The child in that news story spent almost half an hour writing his name during the exam. While others had almost finished their papers, this poor kid was still struggling with his own name. In the end, he didn't finish most of the questions and burst into tears on the spot.

The child knew all the questions, but he didn't have time, so it's no wonder the child cried.

Therefore, Ye Qingqing had to nip this potential situation in the bud and had to get Ye Mingcheng to give the pig a simple, elegant, and pleasant-sounding name.

In the following days, the little pig truly lived the life of eating and sleeping. The little guy didn't make a fuss at all, only grunting a few times when he was hungry, needed to pee, or needed to poop. Once he was full and his belly was empty, the little pig would continue to sleep soundly for more than twenty hours a day.

The little pig kept the egg in its hand the whole time, even when it was sleeping.

After five days in the hospital, she was finally discharged. Lin Shufang wrapped her up tightly from head to toe, so that not a breath of wind could get in. Lu Mo personally drove her home. She carried her the whole way, from getting in and out of the car, without letting her touch the ground. He carried her all the way to her bed and didn't let her walk a single step.

Even after arriving home, the little pig was still clutching the egg. Ye Qingqing found it amusing and joked, "Is our little pig incubating an egg?"

After saying that, she paused for a moment, her expression changing slightly. This possibility really existed. The palm of her hand was warm, and the little one was dressed warmly and covered with a blanket. As long as the temperature was right, the egg could hatch.

That's how it is in theory, but in practice it's not that simple. Ye Qingqing thought it was unlikely. How could a little pig that's not even a month old know how to incubate eggs? Maybe it's just for fun.

Lu Mo's expression was somewhat solemn; he felt it was indeed possible.

The little pig is definitely not an ordinary child. It behaved very differently from ordinary children from the time it was pregnant. Zhu Zi suddenly came back and brought a strange egg. It was definitely not a whim. Perhaps there is some special connection between this egg and the little pig.

Lu Mo suddenly became interested in what was inside the egg and was eager to know what would hatch.

Days passed, and soon the first month of postpartum confinement was over. Lin Shufang kindly allowed Ye Qingqing to take a bath. Normally, under Lin Shufang's strict supervision, Ye Qingqing couldn't even take a bath if she wanted to. Fortunately, she wiped herself with warm water every day, so her body didn't feel too uncomfortable.

Ye Qingqing brushed herself all over, the water from which she washed could fertilize two acres of land. She felt completely refreshed and had lost at least two pounds. She thought she was finally free, but Lin Shufang made her stay in confinement for another month, saying she wanted to have a double full moon confinement.