Rebirth Counterattack with Space

Zhang Min’s voice, brimming with extreme excitement, continued to come through the phone, "I think Guaibao will definitely be a particularly thoughtful child. By the way, ’Guaibao’ is your son’s nickname, your mother-in-law started calling him that, and everyone thought it was so fitting that they just went along with it and eventually it became his official nickname."

"As for his formal name, that’s for you to decide when you come back and discuss it with Xiaoyun. Your grandfather and I think that you young couple should name him whatever you like, and it’s up to you whether or not it follows the family’s generational ranking, we old folks won’t interfere."

Guaibao?

Upon hearing this nickname, Shitou’s forehead was lined with black marks. It was a tradition in his family to call relatives by their nicknames, just as he had been called Shitou until now. Just thinking about his son, when he’s grown up, standing there and being called "Guaibao," he couldn’t help but shiver.

This was simply too horrifying. The son is his own flesh and blood; he couldn’t let his family set him up like this.

He couldn’t help but say to Zhang Min, "Grandma, isn’t it a bit inappropriate for a boy to be called Guaibao? Why don’t we change it to something else, isn’t it said that humble names make life easier? Even calling him Big Mountain, Little Tree, or Little Grass would be better than Guaibao, right?"

"Why on earth can’t a boy be called Guaibao? The thing about humble names making life easier comes from the old days when living conditions were tough, and the nutrition of mothers couldn’t keep up, which led to low survival rates for newborns. This was just a way to find some psychological comfort. Nowadays, what child still gets stuck with a humble name to weigh them down?

I think Guaibao is quite nice. Not only do I think so, but your wife, your father-in-law and mother-in-law, your wife’s grandparents, and your grandfather and your second uncle all think it’s great. It’s pleasant to the ear and sounds good. Why is it that only you think it’s not good and seem to have such a big opinion on it?" Zhang Min said, instantly displeased at his reaction.

"If you all think it’s good, how dare I have a big opinion?" That hat was too big. Shitou’s smile was bitter, feeling like he couldn’t stand it, and his voice suddenly grew weaker and he capitulated lamely.

"No objections are best, it’s settled then."

Zhang Min’s voice conveyed the satisfied tone of someone acknowledging his sense, "What Big Mountain, Little Tree, Little Grass... What kind of aesthetic is that? So earthy it’s falling apart. Hmph. I don’t even want to talk about you anymore. With your standards, I think it’s best to leave the decision of the formal name to Xiaoyun alone; I wouldn’t dare trust you with it. Oh, look at the time, I need to hurry up and make noodles for Xiaoyun, I’m hanging up now if there’s nothing else."