Ever since Old Master Zhang learned that his daughter-in-law was pregnant, he started cooking a variety of nourishing soups for her every day, including chicken soup, fish soup, bone broth—you name it! The variety was simply endless!
This morning, as soon as Ran Zhihan came downstairs and entered the living room, she saw the table was covered with all sorts of these tonic soups. It was truly irresistible, but she didn't want to drink any more of them. She had been having these soups daily for two whole months, and her body just couldn't keep up. Yet, whenever she saw her grandfather bustling about in the kitchen for her sake, her heart softened, and she couldn't bring herself to refuse his kindness. How could she possibly break it to him? Wouldn't such words break her grandfather's heart? She had no choice but to endure it over and over again, but the mere sight of the soups was making her feel increasingly nauseous, which could very well be a sign of pregnancy, she guessed.
