Qinghe was indeed a bit tired; the child was already five months along, and her body felt quite heavy, so without declining, she simply sat down.
She had thought that Zeng Gang would exchange pleasantries and then go off to drink with the other men, but to her surprise, Zeng Gang also sat down, "I've read in books that pregnant women should not overexert themselves. You must have worn yourself out, being so busy with your brother's wedding. Take care and don't let anything happen."
Qinghe smiled and nodded, "Don't worry, I know."
"Also, eat more fish, soybean sprouts, fruits, and vegetables—they're all good for your health."
Qinghe paused before asking, "Master Zeng, how do you know so much?"
Zeng Gang smiled sheepishly, "I overheard others talking about it last time." He had actually gone out of his way to ask brothers who had pregnant wives.
Muniang stood not far off, watching them chat happily, and her lips curved into a smile—this young man wasn't too bad.
