"Ahem, I'll definitely return home. Even if I don't come back every day, I'll be in the same city. It's better to be close than at our hometown."
Cheng Xiuqin snorted. Although she was not particularly satisfied with this answer, she did not continue to pursue the topic.
"You're right. Isn't she going to open a medicinal cuisine restaurant soon? When the time comes, I'll get her to make some for you."
Cheng Xiuqin's words reminded Cheng Junhao that before he left the hospital, Qin Xueru had mentioned to him the effects of the soup that Su Yayan had made for them in the past month.
Although Cheng Junhao had doubts about this, it was undeniable that his wife was pregnant. Could it be that his niece's medicinal cuisine was really that useful?
"My mother is right. Auntie, stay at home and wait for the baby to stabilize."
