"Sir is concerned about you. Now that you're pregnant, you naturally can't be as casual as before. Moreover, the food Sir doesn't allow you to eat is mostly junk food. It isn't good for you and the baby."
"I know." Jiang Luoli pursed her lips again. "I didn't say that he's bad. But, I eat bland food every day, and my mouth is about to become bland. I really don't have much of an appetite.
"I really want to eat hotpot, barbecue, crayfish, spicy hotpot. Baby, I drool just thinking of the hotpot we often eat." Jiang Luoli had a bitter expression on her face and looked like she had nothing to live for.
She finally had someone to talk to, and she couldn't stop holding Qiao Mianmian's hand.
"Do you know? I've asked the doctor. It's not a problem to eat these types of food occasionally. But Mo Shixiu, that stubborn man, doesn't allow me to eat them. He even told me that there are parasites in these things. It's not good for me to eat them.
