"Smart."
Abigail nodded, sitting down by the coffee table and lifting the lid. It was crucian carp, radish, and tofu soup, exactly as on the recipe.
Kelly did not expect to guess correctly. She opened her mouth again, her imagination running wild. "Is Brandon forcing you to lose weight?"
In fact, postpartum Kelly was not considered thin either, just not as exaggerated as Abigail. She leaned toward being full-figured and occasionally got teased. But her husband did not mind at all; he thought she felt just right. So she never thought being fat was a problem.
As for Abigail, she was indeed a bit overweight, but if she needed to lose weight, it should be by her own will, not forced.
"Not really." Abigail took a sip of the hot soup. The Piers' chefs were top-notch in the industry. Even a simple crucian carp, radish, and tofu soup was made creamy and fragrant.
