Song Qingchun was so shocked by the development that she didn't even dare shake her head anymore.
"Are you hungry?" As Song Menghwa fussed over her with concern, he placed his hand on Song Qingchun's shoulder to lead her toward a chair to the side. He sat her on it and continued to enquire in his kind tone, "Pregnant mothers get hungry easily. I notice that you haven't had a bite to eat since the event began, so how about we get some food for you first?"
Song Menghwa turned around to order the butler, "Go have the chef prepare some delicious meals."
Then he turned back around to ask Song Qingchun, "Qingchun, what kind of food do you want to eat? Name any dish you want, and I'll have the chef prepare it immediately!"
