After the rain, the sky cleared.
At this moment, inside the Fan Family's villa, the atmosphere in the dining room was somewhat tense.
On the long peach wood dining table, a spread of nutrient-rich dishes. A milky fish slice soup with a few sprinkles of green onions, as well as old dove and ginseng soup, were meant for nourishing the body.
Mrs. Fan valued comprehensive nutrition, especially focusing on the nutrient absorption of the child in Nie Rujun's womb.
The table was almost dominated by light soups, with not a single dish that was heavily seasoned or spicy—the taste, bland and flavorless.
Nie Rujun, born in the Western Sichuan Mountain Region, had been accustomed to eating spicy food with rice since childhood. She almost lost her appetite at the sight of the table's offerings.
The only dish on the table that had any spice, the Mapo Tofu, was prepared by the kitchen specially on Fan Ju's prior instruction, because she liked it.
