Su Yayan did not eat much and did not eat much at night. She had not prepared much for herself anyway.
On the other hand, on Huo Chenhuan's side, just the pot of Chinese edible frogs was quite a lot. There were not many spicy rabbit heads, but there was still a large bowl of Duck Blood in Chili Sauce.
Uncle Zhang also ate a little because of Huo Chenhuan. However, the old man could not eat too much spicy food and was afraid of indigestion at night. Overall, he did not eat much.
Most of the remaining food had basically gone into Huo Chenhuan's stomach, so after dinner, Su Yayan could not help but reach out and touch his stomach.
"That's odd. Where did all that food go?"
Huo Chenhuan grabbed Su Yayan's hand that was touching his stomach. Even someone as calm as him would not be able to resist his wife's touch.
Although he wanted to do it now, he held back when he thought of the doctor's instructions.
"I'm a man with a big appetite."
