"Okay, let's eat," Bai Qingqing said and clapped her hands in satisfaction. "I'll go get An'an," she said as she ran out of the kitchen.
She was so excited that the rising and falling discomfort in her abdomen seemed less obvious now.
An'an was originally in the bedroom. But she had crawled to the main hall, possibly because she had caught a whiff of the food. When Bai Qingqing entered the main hall, she saw the baby sprawled in the center of the room.
"You crawled out yourself, An'an?" Bai Qingqing asked in surprise. The bedroom was quite a distance away from here.
Bai Qingqing picked her up and looked at her palms, confirming her suspicions. There were several red indents made by various objects on the floor.
Bai Qingqing worriedly blew on the child's hand before carrying her into the kitchen.
The plate of braised intestines—the dish she had been anticipating the most—was placed on the most inconspicuous part of the table.
