Sheng Shaochen massaged Ye Shu's back for another ten minutes until the alarm clock went off, and then he said, "It's time to make something for you to eat. What do you feel like today, fish or eggs?"
"I don't want either. Today I'm craving barbecue, authentic Northern-style barbecue!" Ye Shu pouted and complained.
Sheng Shaochen was taken aback for a moment. "Didn't you say you wanted fish yesterday?"
"Hey, that was yesterday, and today is today. Now I'm pregnant, and my tastes change a lot. Besides, it's not me who wants to eat; it's your son who's craving it. If you don't make me something delicious, how can the baby in my tummy grow healthy and strong?"
"Alright, I'll have someone go buy barbecue right away." Sheng Shaochen picked up his phone and sent a message.
At that moment, the doorbell suddenly rang. Ye Shu wondered, "Strange, who would come here at this hour? Honey, go open the door."
