An Jing now craved both sweets and sour food, just like before her pregnancy. Xiao Changyi added some sugar to the sour plum soup he was making. Now, the soup tasted sweet and sour, also slightly chilled, making it very delicious.
Clasping the bowl, An Jing drank it with great joy and happiness.
But—
"Husband, can it be chilled a bit more?" An Jing looked at Xiao Changyi with a pleading gaze. The sour plum soup only had a hint of chill, and she really wished it could be colder so that it would be thoroughly refreshing to drink.
"No." Xiao Changyi might have grudgingly agreed to other things, but there was absolutely no room for negotiation when it came to An Jing's health.
An Jing knew this, so she said nothing more and just continued to sip the slightly chilled sour plum soup while giving Xiao Changyi a pitiable look.
Xiao Changyi still wouldn't budge an inch.
An Jing thus looked even more pitiable.
