"Of course I was curious." Chu Xiyue propped her cheek on one hand. "As a traditional woman, you should have at least four children, right?"
"No, four doesn't sound good, and its meaning isn't auspicious. I think you have a strong ideological awareness, so let's add two more—have six. Preferably six sons. That way, you'll be able to hold your head high in your village!"
The bullet comments went quiet for a second:
[Hahahahaha, I think Chu Xiyue has a point. How could a traditional woman not have children? Six is still a little too few. Eight has better meaning—have eight! Eight is lucky, eight-eight-eight, get rich, get rich, get rich!]
[Yeah, yeah. If Gu Jiang is worried about not being able to afford that many children, we can crowdfund formula money for you. There are so many people in the livestream; if everyone chips in one yuan, it'll be enough to raise your children.]
[I knew Chu Xiyue couldn't possibly be on Gu Jiang's side. As long as Gu Jiang is willing to have eight children, I'm willing to crowdfund eight yuan.]
[Damn it, how can you ruin the market rate! I'll give eighteen yuan! No more than that.]
At the recording site, Gu Jiang's expression stiffened when he heard Chu Xiyue mention six children. He gave an awkward laugh. "I'm still young. My career has only just started, and this is the time to work hard. There's no rush to have children."
"Aren't you a traditional woman?" Chu Xiyue looked at Gu Jiang in surprise.
"Traditional women should stay home, support their husbands, and teach their children. How can you come out and show your face in public? Build a career? Gu Jiang, listen to your big sister and go find a man to marry. I'm only doing