Shen Mu was taken aback and looked at Shen Qingxue, who had a slightly blushing face and was wearing loose home clothes, with a face full of happiness. In Lu Xize's hand was a bowl of chicken soup, which he was feeding her in small sips while asking, "Is this taste okay for you, Xue'er? If you don't like it, I'll find another chef."
Shen Qingxue smiled tenderly and said, "Don't change it. I'm just pregnant. I'm not that delicate."
Xu Ruyun said, "How is this being delicate? Pregnant women are the most hardworking. Your mother suffered a lot when she was pregnant with you."
Shen Lishan also nodded repeatedly and said, "Yes, if you want to eat anything, just say it. We'll send someone to buy it. Don't make yourself suffer."
After enjoying the care of everyone, Shen Qingxue finally got up and walked towards Shen Mu, asking, "Sister, I'm pregnant, and the wedding date has to be moved up. Are you unhappy?"
She faced Shen Mu, her eyes full of pride and show-off.
