Li Ye first went home to pick up Wu Juying and Han Chunmei, then picked up Wen Leyu before heading to the hospital.
Once they arrived at the hospital, everyone naturally offered warm congratulations and gathered around the newborn, praising the little baby to the skies.
"This child is so delicate-looking! Look at that little face—it's like it was carved from the same mold as Xiao Hui's!"
"No, no, no. That high nose bridge looks just like Da Yong's, and those big eyes take after Xiao Hui. He got all the best features from both his parents."
Hearing everyone's praise, the weak Pei Wenhui smiled happily as well. Praising a mother's son for being handsome made her happier ten thousand times over than praising her herself.
But Li Dayong's mother, Qian Qingli, was somewhat dissatisfied. "The child's looks aren't bad, but his build is a little lacking compared with how Da Yong was as a child."
Li Dayong's physique could have been compared to a "bear" since childhood. After keeping himself in check and working out over the past two years, he had at most dropped to the level of a "bull." One look at him, and all anyone saw was strength.
But the child Pei Wenhui had given birth to weighed only five pounds three ounces, looking as though there was barely a few ounces of flesh on his whole body.
Li Dayong grinned. "Mother, don't bring up my build. Kids these days are all supposed to look refined! I suffered plenty because of my build growing up. It was only Xiao Hui who didn't mind it."
Wu Juying also tugged hard at Qian Qingli and gave her a meaningful look. "What matters for a newborn is staying free of sickness and disaster. His build has to be raised