Everyone turned to look at Ye Mingcheng. The glorious task of naming the child had been entrusted to him, and when Lin Shufang first became pregnant, she solemnly instructed Ye Mingcheng to choose a name with high prestige.
Ye Mingcheng scratched his head, somewhat embarrassed, and stammered, "It's not decided yet. We can't be careless when choosing a name; we must be very careful."
He came up with no less than a hundred names, and he thought they were all pretty good when he chose them. But after a few days, he would look at them again and find them unpleasant to look at or pronounce. Naturally, Ye Mingcheng would dislike them and he would choose new ones, only to find them unpleasant again.
And so the cycle continued, and even after the child was born, Ye Mingcheng still hadn't chosen a name.
Ye Qingqing rolled her eyes. At her father's snail-paced pace, the little one probably wouldn't even have a proper name by the time he turned one year old.
"Let's choose a nickname first. Dad, you can think of a formal name slowly. We have to decide when we register the household registration." Ye Qingqing set a deadline, otherwise Ye Mingcheng would definitely procrastinate.
Only then did Ye Qingqing realize where her son's slow pace came from—it was all Ye Mingcheng's fault.
Ye Mingcheng is a slow-paced person, and his grandson has inherited all of that.
“It’s easy to choose a nickname, something catchy to pronounce,” Lin Shufang said with a smile.
"How's Yuanyuan? Look how round he is!" The old man patted the little guy's chubby arm, beaming with delight.
Ye Mingcheng disagreed, "There are too many children named Yuanyuan. Several of the children who come to my clinic are named Yuanyuan. Our baby must have a different name. How about Zhuangzhuang?"
The old man said irritably, "Forget it, there are many more people named Zhuangzhuang. I've run into five or six people named Zhuangzhuang when I go to the park to exercise."
"How's Niu Niu?"
"No, there are too many people named Niu Niu. I think it's better to call him Gou Dan. A humble name is easier to raise. Or Tie Zhu Mao Dan would also be fine."
The old man got more and more excited as he talked, offering up more than a dozen rustic nicknames: cow egg, donkey egg, duck egg, sheep egg...
Ye Qingqing's lips twitched violently. The old man was obsessed with eggs; he had to include an egg in everything. He might as well just call him Egg.
“No way, what era are we in now? It’s so old-fashioned to still use that name. How about we choose something more sophisticated, like Andy or Jason?” Ye Mingcheng had another idea, but the old man rejected it as soon as he said it.
"Why choose a foreign name? We Chinese have so many nice-sounding names, why would we choose a foreign one? That won't do."
The old man was firmly against it, saying that a foreign name was not as good as his own dog egg and sheep egg, which he thought sounded much better.
The two argued fiercely, each claiming they were right and each thinking they had chosen the best choice. Neither was willing to give in. Ye Qingqing's ears were ringing from listening, and she grew impatient. She shouted, "I think we should just choose a tortoise! It's so slow and dawdling, even slower than a tortoise!"
"No way, who would name a child 'turtle'?" Ye Mingcheng and the old man objected in unison, their opinions now aligned.
Ye Qingqing pursed her lips, glanced at the round, chubby little thing sleeping soundly, and had an idea. "How about we call it Little Pig? It eats and sleeps, and it's so fat. Let's just call it Little Pig."
Ye Mingcheng hesitated, feeling that Xiaozhu was too straightforward, but the old man slapped the table and agreed wholeheartedly, "Xiaozhu is quite good."
This name perfectly embodies his belief that "a humble name is easier to raise," and it also meets Lin Shufang's requirement of being "easy to pronounce," making it quite perfect.
Lin Shufang and Lu Mo had no objections, mainly because the little guy really did look like a little pig, and the name was particularly descriptive.
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