At that moment, the doorbell rang.
Jian Qing didn't expect a pregnant woman to answer the door, so he got up to open it.
Carrying the food box, Jian Qing closed the door and came back in.
"How did that delivery guy get in so easily when the security guard just stopped me at the door?" Xiya asked, perplexed.
Jian Qing replied, "He's from Qianshi Restaurant, he comes here often."
Xiya responded with an "Oh," and her attention was immediately captured by the aroma of the dishes.
She got up and followed Jian Qing into the dining room, bouncing with excitement.
"Go wash your hands." Jian Qing reminded her as she was about to sit down.
Xiya, hands on her waist, took a reluctant glance at the delicious food on the table before proceeding to the kitchen to wash her hands.
The four dishes and one soup were perfectly consumed by the two of them.
After dinner, Jian Qing took her upstairs and settled her into a room.
Then they collected some snacks and chatted in the room.
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