Chapter 471 Our little nephew is also good-looking
He knew very well that once the Mo brothers came, the nephew would not be his alone.
Although I feel unwilling, I still have to be polite.
"Meet some of my brothers."
The Mo brothers were older than him, so he simply called them brothers, just like his sister and brother-in-law.
"We are all family, so you don't have to be polite, Mr. He." The eldest brother said, and ran towards Zhuer impatiently.
Although He Ziming was reluctant to let others hold his nephew, he also knew that the people who came were his nephew's uncles, and it would be unreasonable not to let them hold him.
He reluctantly handed his little nephew over to the eldest brother of the Mo family.
"Brother, be gentle." He Ziming couldn't help but remind him that the Mo family members were all martial artists and had strong hands. If they hurt his little nephew, it would be more trouble than gain.
Where does He Ziming need to remind me?
The eldest brother knew that he was very strong and was afraid of hurting his nephew, so he was more careful than He Ziming when holding the baby.
When the brothers saw their eldest brother holding his little nephew, they surrounded him.
However, from their actions, it can be concluded that they all act very cautiously.
"Brother, our little nephew is also good-looking." Mo Zhongyuan said softly, with obvious doting in his tone.
"Well, this baby is indeed handsome, much prettier than when my ninth brother was born."
The eldest brother looked at his sleeping nephew in his arms, and then said to Mo Jiuye, "Ninth brother, father has already given the two children nicknames."
Mo Jiuye was not surprised by this. It has been a custom since ancient times for a child's full name to be chosen by the elders in the family, and there is nothing strange about giving a child a nickname.
"Brother, what nicknames did father give them?"
The second brother sighed.
"Ah... I really don't know what father is thinking. My niece's nickname is Mingzhu. It sounds nice and the literal meaning is also good. She is the jewel in the palm of the Mo family's hand."
As he spoke, he looked at his little nephew in his eldest brother's arms with pity, and couldn't help but reach out and touch his exposed little hand.
"Such a good kid, why do you have to call him Zhuer? This nickname is down-to-earth, just like those children in Xiling Village."
After all, they all grew up in the capital and interacted with children from wealthy families. They had never seen a family give their child such a nickname.
Fearing that his ninth brother would be unhappy, the eldest brother quickly explained, "Ninth brother, father felt that Dabao was the eldest grandson of the Mo family and would be the pillar of the Mo family in the future, so he gave him this nickname.
A nickname is just for family members to call you. When the time comes, you, my ninth sister-in-law, can give the child a nice name."
Mo Jiuye had never thought about what the child's nickname would be.
In his heart, it doesn’t matter what the children are called, as long as they are safe and sound.
"As long as Father thinks it's good, it's just a nickname, so whatever comes to mind is fine."
When the brothers heard Mo Jiuye say this, they looked at each other in confusion.
My ninth brother is really honest. He didn’t even feel that his father favored girls over boys.
It doesn’t matter, my nephew still has his uncles to take care of him.
Seeing that he had nothing to do here, Mo Jiuye went back to his room to look after He Zhiran.
He Zhiran has always been a light sleeper. If he hadn't been too physically exhausted from giving birth just now, he would not have been able to fall asleep.
As soon as Mo Jiuye came to the bedside, she opened her eyes.
"Ranran, are you awake?" Mo Jiuye hurried over.
He Zhiran supported her body with her hands and prepared to sit up, and Mo Jiuye quickly stepped forward to support her.
"Ranran, do you feel uncomfortable anywhere? Are you hungry? I'll ask Yu'er to get you something to eat."
He Zhiran shook his head, leaned on Mo Jiuye's arm, and looked around.
"Where are the children?"
"Mingzhu was taken by her mother to be seen by her father. Zhu'er and her grandmother were in the side room."
"Mingzhu, Zhuer?"
Mo Jiuye smiled and said, "Mingzhu and Zhuer are our child's nicknames."
He Zhiran also laughed a little. She had only slept for a short while, and the child's nickname had already been chosen.
"Did you take it?"
She also knew some of the rules of the Dashun Dynasty. The child's full name had to be chosen by the elders in the family. This nickname must have been thought of by Mo Jiuye himself.
But it sounded quite easy to call him, and she didn't think there was anything wrong with the name Zhuer.
It's just a nickname that comes to mind easily.
"My father gave it to me. He said Zhu'er was the eldest grandson in the family and would be the pillar of the family in the future, so he gave me this nickname."
Mo Jiuye was worried that his wife would be unhappy about his son's nickname, so he quickly explained.
He Zhiran didn't think there was anything wrong with her son's nickname. When she was a child, she often heard the elderly people around her say that children with unlucky names are easier to raise.
Besides, his son's name Zhu'er doesn't sound bad, and it sounds smooth.
Therefore, she did not realize what Mo Jiuye's words were explaining to her.
At this moment, she just wanted to see her two children. Moreover, it had been several hours since she gave birth, and the two babies had not eaten yet.
Speaking of the baby eating, He Zhiran felt his chest and there was no swelling feeling that he was familiar with.
Fortunately, she bought milk powder for her newborn baby on Taobao in advance.
"Husband, I guess the children are hungry by now."
Mo Jiuye looked at the sky. Indeed, the two babies had been born for more than two hours and had not eaten yet.
"Okay, I'll go get the kids."
Thinking that his son and daughter were still starving, he, as a father, felt a little anxious.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he opened the door, he heard a not-so-loud baby crying in the yard.
It was Madam Mo who came back in a hurry, holding Mingzhu.
"Jiuye, is Ranran awake? Mingzhu must be hungry and has been crying."
At the same time, Mrs. He also came out of the side room holding Zhuer.
"I think Zhu'er must be hungry too. Although he's not crying, his little mouth is moving all the time."
Mo Jiuye's original intention was to carry a baby in each hand back to the room, and then go into the space with his wife to feed the baby with milk powder.
As a result, he became a little nervous as soon as he took Zhuer from his mother-in-law's arms.
The child was so small and soft, and he was afraid that he would hurt him if he was not careful.
If he continues to hold Mingzhu, he might not even be able to walk.
Helplessly, Mo Jiuye could only let his mother continue to hold Mingzhu and go back to the room with him.
Mrs. He happened to want to see her daughter, so she followed the mother and son in.
Mingzhu was still crying at this time. When Mrs. Mo saw that He Zhiran had sat up, she quickly put the child in her arms.
"Ranran, Mingzhu must be hungry, feed her quickly."
In fact, as early as a month before He Zhiran gave birth, Madam Mo had suggested inviting a wet nurse.
But he was rejected by He Zhiran.
The reason is simple. She hopes to be able to feed the two babies by herself. If all else fails, she can buy milk powder on Taobao Mall.
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