"Is it delicious?"
It was a new soup that he had specially asked the chef to research.
After all, Zhuo Ya was pregnant now, and her appetite wasn't very good.
So, Gu Yanting had requested something special to be made, a chicken soup that Zhuo Ya could stomach.
Pregnant women can feel nauseous at the sight of greasy food, so this soup was made with sour plums and its taste was the result of numerous trials. Surely, Zhuo Ya would like it.
Zhuo Ya tasted the sweet and sour chicken soup for the first time. It was novel and somewhat moreish.
"It's tasty."
Seeing the man waiting for her response, Zhuo Ya had no choice but to tough it out and say it was tasty.
Gu Yanting held Zhuo Ya in his arms, his hand gently caressing her belly.
"If Ah Ya likes it, I'll have the chef cook meals with this flavor for you."
"Okay."
Zhuo Ya rested her head in Gu Yanting's embrace, appearing obedient and extra lovable.
