Now pregnant, her stomach got hungry quickly; what used to be 70% full became 30% full in no time.
"Does it taste good?" Gu Yixuan watched her eating and licking her fingers, his eyes shining as he asked.
"Delicious! Another skewer, please!" Gu Yixuan's cooking skills were truly excellent. It was hard to tell that he was a man of many talents.
"You can only have one skewer. I've prepared chicken soup for you to drink in a bit. Too much barbecue isn't good for your health."
Mo Ran was somewhat dumbfounded, "Just let me have one more skewer! The cravings in my belly have all been stirred up."
"No," Gu Yixuan adamantly refused her with an air of finality.
"You're mean! You purposely made me hungry for chicken wings, and now you only let me have one skewer! Even if you don't let me eat, you should let the baby eat, right?"
As soon as she mentioned the child, Gu Yixuan's eyes immediately softened a lot.
