"As long as you like it," Song Yunchi poured a glass of water and drank slowly, looking at her with a doting expression.
Her happiness in eating was the meaning behind him cooking.
"Mengmeng, eat slowly. No one's going to take it from you."
Song Yunchi picked up a napkin and wiped the spicy oil from the corner of her lips.
Lu Meng huffed from the spiciness, using her hand to fan her cheek, "So spicy!"
"Then don't eat..."
Before he could finish, Song Yunchi was interrupted by her, "But it's so tasty! The spice is thrilling!"
Song Yunchi placed a hand on his forehead, truly helpless against her.
He had consulted a nutritionist, knowing pregnant women can eat spicy food in moderation, so he agreed to make spicy hotpot for her.
Suddenly, Lu Meng's eyes went wide, shocked as she looked at him.
Song Yunchi's heart sank suddenly, worried as he put down the glass and held her shoulders, "What's wrong, Mengmeng? Don't scare me."
Was she not feeling well?
"Song Yunchi..."
