"Since there's already a precedent, I think Song Yun's child's name should still be as vulgar as possible!" Song Ergou said. "For example, names like Gousheng, Sandan, Er Long – these are all pretty good."
Li Shanghe broke into a cold sweat and asked, "What if it's a girl?"
"If it's a girl, then name her things like Shani, Tiehua – these names sound right," said Song Ergou seriously. "According to my observations, these names are quite favorable and in line with the ancestral teachings of the Song family!"
"No way!" Song Yun glared and said, "How could my son have such names?"
"Son, you don't understand!" Song Ergou said. "These things might seem idealistic, but they're the result of a thousand years of experience. Do you really want your son, my grandson, to struggle for decades?"
"I don't want these names, anyway." For once, Song Yun disagreed with Song Ergou. "My son's name doesn't have to be fancy, but at least it has to be something presentable!"
