Fang Yuqing had already started to have morning sickness. Jiang Wei heard from the nanny who cooked that Fang Yuqing had thrown down her chopsticks after eating a few mouthfuls of food this afternoon. His heart ached for her. It was really hard to be pregnant.
"What do you want to eat tonight? I'll make it for you."
"You will?"
Jiang Wei said, "I still know how to cook simple dishes."
"Sour and spicy shredded potatoes. Yes, stir-fried shredded pork with sour beans. Let's have another plate of spicy ones."
"You can eat sour food, but forget about spicy food." It was quite troublesome to get heaty while pregnant. Jiang Wei personally cooked the dishes that Fang Yuqing wanted to eat at night. Fang Yuqing gave him face and finished a bowl and a half.
She wanted to vomit, but she held it in.
