Ya Shitian wanted to set up a small dining table on the bed, but Ye Anqi stopped him, "I'll go eat downstairs, lying in bed every day makes my bones stiff."
"That's good." Pregnant women indeed need a moderate amount of activity.
Ye Anqi walked over and sat on the couch, and Ya Shitian fed her a bun.
The bun was small, one could eat it in one bite.
"Is it good?" he asked.
Ye Anqi nodded, "It's good."
"Really good, or are you just humoring me?"
Primarily because during this period no matter what she ate, she always said it was good, although she ate very little, she still claimed it was good.
He had never heard her complain about anything tasting bad.
At most, she would say: "This tastes very good, I just can't eat any more."
Ye Anqi's eyes were sincere: "It really is very good. It has a sweet taste that lingers."
Ya Shitian smiled with satisfaction, "Eat some egg custard next."
Ye Anqi obediently took a bite, "This is also good, very smooth, with a strong egg flavor."
