"Brother Ayin, I'm hungry."
Lu Fengxuan touched her stomach and looked at him with a pitiful expression.
Seeing the surprise in his eyes, her eyes twinkled cleverly, shifting the blame to the little one in her belly.
"Your son says he's hungry."
"...?"
Yu Chiyin pinched her face and couldn't help but chuckle, "If you want to eat, just eat. Why blame your son? As if I could ever be so heartless as to forbid you from eating."
As the words slipped out, he hesitated for a moment, then quickly added another sentence:
"Unsanitary and un-nutritious foods are off-limits, especially street vendor food."
He remembered how she used to enjoy eating barbecue with Pudgy and the others at roadside stalls. Now that she was pregnant, those foods had to be strictly prohibited!
In fact, she would have been better off if he hadn't mentioned it. Once he did, the image of spicy crawfish + cold beer automatically appeared in Lu Fengxuan's mind.
