The Comeback of the Charming Farmer's Wife

After looking carefully for a while, he finally said, "Xiaxia, let’s try again. I’m sure I won’t get it wrong this time."

"Are you sure?" Yang Chuxia started to doubt him.

"Positive!"

"Alright then, you go out first."

Once he was out, Yang Chuxia switched the babies’ positions again, and then called Ye Zi’an back in.

"Guess, which one is Yangyang?"

"The one on the right, it has to be the one on the right." Ye Zi’an was very certain.

However, Yang Chuxia revealed a constipated face as she lifted the blanket, and Ye Zi’an clutched his forehead in an instant.

Then, with an innocent look, he turned to Yang Chuxia and said, "One more time?"

"Damn it, over my dead body!" Yang Chuxia snapped, "You can’t even recognize them, and you have the nerve to criticize me!"

"Who said I can’t recognize them?" Ye Zi’an also became childish, insisting that Yang Chuxia switch the kids’ positions again.

When he came back inside the room, he didn’t speak; he just went up and poked the cheeks of his two sons. Seeing no reaction, he poked them again, and again, until finally the two little ’buns’ opened their dark eyes in confusion, calmly blinked, and even rolled their eyeballs around. Seeing one person on each side, they instantly wailed and burst into big cries.

Then, Ye Zi’an spoke with an air of smugness, "The one on the left is Yangyang, it has to be him." Once he lifted the blanket and saw the familiar white clothes, he said smugly, "How about that? I told you it was him, huh? Huh, this little guy has the loudest cry, while Lele’s is a bit softer."

At this moment, the only words that came to Yang Chuxia’s mind were "What the hell!" She thought it terrifying how childish a man could be!

The two kids on the bed continued to cry nonstop, and Ye Zi’an glanced over and said, "They’re crying?"

"Damn it, are you an idiot? Didn’t you make them cry?" Yang Chuxia was speechless, "Now hold them and soothe them!"

"Oh," upon hearing this, Ye Zi’an obediently stepped forward and held Yangyang in his arms; it took quite a while for the boy to stop crying.

After quieting Yangyang down, he then took Lele from Yang Chuxia’s hands.

But before he could soothe Lele, Ms. Wang, who made it a point to visit her grandsons several times a day, arrived. Seeing Lele still crying with his mouth open, and Yangyang with tears not yet dry in the corner of his eyes, she asked, "What’s going on? Why are they both crying? Are they hungry or do their diapers need changing?"

As she spoke, Ms. Wang checked the babies’ bottoms, which were dry, and they even sniffled and looked like they wanted to cry upon seeing her.

"Could they be hungry? Xiaxia, try feeding them."

"Mom, they’re not hungry, they were just fed a short while ago," Yang Chuxia said, "He woke them up by poking them."

"They were sleeping soundly, why did you poke them?"

Ms. Wang was at her wits’ end. Couldn’t they have a little parental consciousness? Why does everyone like to poke the children? Her daughter is like this, and now her son-in-law is the same. She had hoped the son-in-law would be a little more dependable, but now, it seemed he wasn’t either.

"Why? He was trying to figure out who’s the Eldest and who’s the Second," Yang Chuxia said, pretending not to see Ye Zi’an’s winking gestures and continued, "He said the one who cries the loudest must be Yangyang."

Upon hearing this, Ms. Wang was immediately furious, "All of you, get out! Don’t come back before noon!"

Then she took Lele from Ye Zi’an’s arms and shooed the two irresponsible parents out of the house.

Outside the door, Ye Zi’an and Yang Chuxia looked at each other, wondering what to do next.

Yang Chuxia shrugged her shoulders and went down the stairs.

Seeing this, Ye Zi’an followed her down.