Qin Yuji's prediction was spot on.
Sitting down at the dining table, she looked at the dazzling array of dishes spread before her, from steak to spaghetti to stir-fried vegetables and rice. Faced with the blend of Chinese and Western cuisine, Qin Yuji wasn't quite sure where to begin.
Beside her, Sister Ming explained with a smile, "The Young Master said that a pregnant woman's tastes might vary greatly, so from now on, we'll prepare both Chinese and Western dishes for every meal. The Young Lady can eat whatever she feels like."
As she spoke, Sister Ming hurriedly turned to head to the kitchen, saying as she went, "My soup is still simmering on the stove, I'll bring it over right now. Young Lady, you should eat less and drink more soup."
"What do you want to eat? You tell me, and I'll serve you. Just sit and don't move."
Chi Jingxuan earnestly looked at Qin Yuji as he pointed to the various plates and bowls on the table.
