After looking carefully for a while, he finally said, "Xiaxia, letās try again. Iām sure I wonāt 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 babiesā positions again, and then called Ye Ziāan back in.
"Guess, which one is Yangyang?"
"The one on the right, it has to be the one on the right." Ye Ziāan was very certain.
However, Yang Chuxia revealed a constipated face as she lifted the blanket, and Ye Ziāan 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 canāt even recognize them, and you have the nerve to criticize me!"
"Who said I canāt recognize them?" Ye Ziāan also became childish, insisting that Yang Chuxia switch the kidsā positions again.
When he came back inside the room, he didnāt 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 ābunsā 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 Ziāan 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 Leleās is a bit softer."
At this moment, the only words that came to Yang Chuxiaās 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 Ziāan glanced over and said, "Theyāre crying?"
"Damn it, are you an idiot? Didnāt you make them cry?" Yang Chuxia was speechless, "Now hold them and soothe them!"
"Oh," upon hearing this, Ye Ziāan 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 Chuxiaās 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, "Whatās going on? Why are they both crying? Are they hungry or do their diapers need changing?"
As she spoke, Ms. Wang checked the babiesā 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, theyāre 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 witsā end. Couldnāt 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 wasnāt either.
"Why? He was trying to figure out whoās the Eldest and whoās the Second," Yang Chuxia said, pretending not to see Ye Ziāanās 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! Donāt come back before noon!"
Then she took Lele from Ye Ziāanās arms and shooed the two irresponsible parents out of the house.
Outside the door, Ye Ziāan 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 Ziāan followed her down.