Recalling the inexplicable text message that day, Chu Jiawen glanced at Gu Yichen, who was answering the phone on the balcony, and sat beside Mu Wan without a trace: "I want to talk to you, tomorrow, do you have time." ”

As soon as the words fell, Mu Wan's sharp eyes swept her away, forcing Chu Jiawen to move out, keeping a few distances from her.

I only heard Mu Wan's cold voice: "Let me tell you, Chu Jiawen, my endurance is limited, don't challenge me again!" ”

After speaking, Mu Wan got up from the sofa and walked in the direction of the dining table.

Yun Ma and the maid had already arranged the meal on the table, and Song Lian filled a bowl of soup and put it in front of her: "Pregnant women drink this is the best, and it tastes very good, you can taste it." ”

Hearing this, Mu Wan took a sip and replied with two words lightly: "Thank you." ”

"The preparation method of this soup is more troublesome, it was studied by several chefs together, if you like to drink it, I will let Yun Ma make it for you in the future."

After Song Lian finished speaking, she saw Mu Wan take another sip and said with a smile: "Don't you feel very light and greasy, I saw that pregnant women in the hospital drank this kind of soup when they couldn't eat in the first two months." ”

Chu Jiawen has had a lot of morning sickness recently, and when he heard Song Lian's words, he couldn't help but glance at the soup.

What she gave Mu Wan to drink was naturally a good thing, and in order to study a soup, more than a dozen chefs from all over the country were used, both in terms of nutrition and taste, according to the physique of pregnant women, especially Mu Wan, a pregnant woman who couldn't eat meat in the first place.

Chu Jiawen swallowed his saliva: "Auntie, can I also drink a bowl." ”

Song Lian glanced at her in surprise: "Jiawen, this is for Wan, this soup is not suitable for you, I will ask the kitchen to serve you some pork rib soup?" ”

"I smell very light, and I want to drink a bowl too."

"Okay, but you can't drink too much, this soup is a big tonic, you know."

Chu Jiawen nodded slightly and glanced at Mu Wan.

She was pregnant, and she didn't even dare to mention it, Mu Wan was pregnant, but she wanted the whole family to surround her.

Even when she drinks soup, it's to thank her for her mouth, hehe......

After Chu Jiawen became pregnant, her taste preferences also changed a lot.

She took a sip, this soup is indeed like Song Lian said, it feels much lighter, and the taste is also very good, very appetizing and greasy.

Mu Wan didn't show that she liked to drink too much, so she took a sip and ate.

Chu Jiawen quickly drank all the soup in the bowl, and asked Yun Ma to fill him a bowl.

Song Lian couldn't help but frown: "What's the matter with the two of you, those who are pregnant don't like to drink, but those who are not pregnant are addicted to drinking." ”

Hearing this, Mu Wan smiled sarcastically: "Maybe Jiawen's taste is relatively light." ”

Song Lian glanced at Chu Jiawen: "I remember that you used to like to drink pork rib soup, but now you don't drink a sip anymore." ”

Chu Jiawen was speechless for a while, his eyes glanced at Mu Wan without a trace, and he lowered his eyes slightly and said, "I...... I'm probably tired of drinking. ”

At this time, Gu Yichen came back after making a phone call, and Mu Wan sandwiched a piece of ribs for him: "Today's ribs are good, I like to eat them, you can try them." ”

Song Lian realized that Mu Wan had already eaten several ribs in one go.

She didn't eat any meat before, every time Gu Yichen put her in a bowl and forced her to eat, but now it's good, no one clips it for her, and she is almost finished eating a whole plate of ribs.