He knew very well that once the Mo brothers came over, his nephew would no longer be his alone.
Although I feel unwilling to do so, I still have the courtesy that I should have.
"I've met a few brothers."
The Mo brothers were all older than him, so he simply called him elder brother, just like his sister and brother-in-law.
"They are all members of the family, Mr. He, you are welcome." The eldest brother said this and rushed towards Zhu'er impatiently.
Although He Ziming was reluctant to give his little nephew a hug, he also knew that the people coming were his uncle, and it was unreasonable not to give him a hug.
He reluctantly handed over his little nephew to the eldest brother of the Mo family.
"Brother, be gentle with your hands." He Ziming couldn't help but remind him that the Mo family's sons are all martial arts practitioners and have strong hands. If he hurts his little nephew, the gain will outweigh the loss.
Where do I need He Ziming’s reminder?
The eldest brother knew that he was too strong and was afraid of hurting his little nephew, so he was even more careful than He Ziming when holding the baby.
When the brothers saw the eldest brother carrying the little nephew over, they huffed and surrounded him.
However, it can be concluded from their movements that they all act lightly.
"Brother, our little nephew looks good too." Mo Zhongyuan said softly, with an obvious hint of doting in his tone.
"Well, this baby is indeed handsome, much better looking than when Ninth Brother was born."
The eldest brother looked at the sleeping nephew in his arms, and then said to Mo Jiuye: "Ninth brother, father has given nicknames to the two babies."
Mo Jiuye was not too surprised by this. It has been a rule since ancient times that a child's name should be chosen by the elders in the family. There is nothing strange about giving a baby a nickname.
"Brother, what nickname did father give them?"
The second brother sighed.
"Hey... I really don't know what my father thinks. My niece's nickname is Mingzhu. It sounds nice and the literal meaning is good. She is the apple of the eye of the Mo family."
As he spoke, he looked at the little nephew in his elder brother's arms with pity, and couldn't help but reach out and touch his exposed little hand.
"Such a good baby must be called Zhu'er. This nickname is down to earth, just like the children in Xiling Village."
After all, they grew up in the capital, and they were all exposed to children from wealthy families. I had never seen anyone give their baby such a nickname.
Afraid that the ninth brother would be unhappy because of this, the eldest brother quickly explained: "Ninth brother, my father thinks that Dabao is the eldest grandson of my Mo family and will be the pillar of the Mo family in the future, so he gave him such a nickname.
The baby name is just for the family. When the time comes, you, the ninth younger brother and sister, will give your child a nice name. "
Mo Jiuye really never thought about the child's nickname.
In his heart, it doesn't matter what the children are called, as long as they are safe and well.
"Whatever Father thinks is good, it's a baby name, just name it smoothly."
When the brothers saw Mo Jiuye say this, they looked at each other.
Ninth Brother is so down-to-earth that he doesn't even feel that his father favors girls over boys.
It doesn't matter, my nephew and his uncles will take care of him.
Seeing that he had nothing to do here, Mo Jiuye continued to go back to his room to guard He Zhiran.
He Zhiran had always been a light sleeper. If it hadn't been for the excessive physical exertion of production, he wouldn't have been able to sleep.
As soon as Mo Jiuye came to the bedside, she opened her eyes.
"Ran Ran, are you awake?" Mo Jiuye quickly came over.
He Zhiran supported her body with both hands and prepared to sit up, while Mo Jiuye quickly stepped forward to support her.
"Ran Ran, do you feel uncomfortable? Are you hungry? I'll ask Yu'er to get you some food."
He Zhiran shook his head and leaned on Mo Jiuye's arm, looking around with his eyes.
"Where are the children?"
"Mingzhu was taken to her father by her mother. Zhu'er and grandma were in the side room."
"Mingzhu, Zhu'er?"
Mo Jiuye smiled: "Mingzhu and Zhu'er are our children's nicknames."
He Zhiran also laughed a little. She only slept for a while and the baby's baby name was already chosen.
"Did you take it?"
She also knew some of the rules of the Dashun Dynasty. The child's name must be chosen by the elders of the family. Mo Jiuye must have thought up the nickname himself.
But it sounded quite smooth, and she didn't think there was anything wrong with the name Zhu'er.
A nickname that is easy to pronounce.
"It was given by my father. He said that Zhu'er was the eldest grandson of the family and would be the pillar of the family in the future, so he was given this nickname."
Mo Jiuye was worried that her daughter-in-law would be unhappy because of her son's nickname, so she 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 old people around her chatting that it would be easier to support her child with a nickname.
Besides, his son's name is Zhu'er, which is not a bad one and sounds easy to him.
Therefore, she did not realize what Mo Jiuye's words were explaining to her.
At this time, she just wanted to see her two children, and it had been several hours since she gave birth, and the two babies had not eaten yet.
When talking about the baby eating, He Zhiran felt his chest, but he didn't feel the swelling feeling that he knew he had.
Fortunately, she bought milk powder for newborn babies 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 anything yet.
"Okay, I'm going to get the children back."
Thinking that his son and daughter were still hungry, the father became a little anxious.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he opened the door, he heard a small baby crying from the yard.
It was Mrs. Mo who hurried back with Mingzhu in her arms.
"Jiuye, are Ranran awake? Mingzhu must be hungry and has been crying."
At the same time, Mrs. He also walked out of the side room holding Zhuer.
"I think Zhu'er must be hungry too. Although she's not crying, her little mouth keeps moving."
Mo Jiuye's original intention was to go back to the room with a baby in one hand, and then enter the space with his wife to feed milk powder.
As a result, he became a little nervous as soon as he took Zhu'er from his mother-in-law's arms.
Such a small child was so soft that he was afraid that he might accidentally hold it and break it.
If they hold Mingzhu together again, I'm afraid he won't even be able to walk.
In desperation, Mo Jiuye could only let her mother continue to hold Mingzhu and go back to the room with him.
It happened that Mrs. He also wanted to see her daughter, so she followed the mother and son in.
At this time, Mingzhu was still crying. When Mrs. Mo saw that He Zhiran had sat up, she quickly put the child into her arms.
"Ran Ran, Mingzhu must be hungry, please feed her quickly."
In fact, as early as a month before He Zhiran was due to give birth, Mrs. Mo had proposed to invite a wet nurse to come over.
But he was rejected by He Zhiran.
The reason is simple. She hopes to be able to feed the two babies by herself. If not, she can buy milk powder on Taobao Mall.
