When Jiang Jiancheng heard what his younger sister said, he also stood up and said, "Look at us, we almost forgot what we had in the car."

"Brothers, let's go. There are a lot of things in the car. We can't carry them all with just a few people."

"We have a whole lamb that has been slaughtered. It will be perfect for us to make lamb soup tonight."

When the brothers heard Jian Cheng's words, they didn't say anything polite. They got up and followed him out the door.

Jiang Li hugged Ruotong and said with a smile: "Tongtong, why are you silent? Are you dazzled?"

Jiang Ruotong nodded, "There are so many people, I'm stunned!"

Jiang Li chuckled, "You're still confused, little guy."

"This is your eighth aunt, and that is your younger brother."

Jiang Ruotong: "Hello, Aunt Eight, my name is Tongtong."

Looking at the cute little baby, Zhang Xuemei said curiously, "This child is so cute. No wonder everyone likes daughters. It's a pity that I gave birth to a son."

Jiang Li smiled and said, "Both boys and girls are our Jiang family's children. Besides, you just gave birth to one, and the next one might be a girl."

"Don't be envious, sister-in-law."

Zhang Xuemei sighed, "I've experienced the genes of our Jiang family. It's a bit difficult to have a daughter."

"So far, it seems that except for my second sister-in-law and my sixth brother's family who gave birth to daughters, all others are sons."

"Other families dislike having daughters, but our family is afraid of having sons."

"When I first got married, my mother was afraid that Jing Rui would be unhappy if I gave birth to a daughter, but he didn't know that giving birth to a daughter is the hero of the Jiang family...ε=(′ο｀*)))Alas."