Feng Jinglei smiled and reached out, eager to try a piece, but just as she was about to take it, Qin Feimo stopped her with his hand.
"Are you sure you can eat this kind of thing right now?"
If she wasn't pregnant, he might not mind. Since it's right here, openly sold, and there's a queue behind them, it shows it's not lethal. But now that she's pregnant, could this dark stinky tofu have no effect on the child in her belly?
Hearing this, Feng Jinglei was stunned.
She understood what he meant by "right now." He was referring to her current pregnant state—can she eat stinky tofu? She wasn't entirely sure.
But... she's really craving it.
Her hand, reaching for the tofu, paused in mid-air. The vendor glanced at both of them, feeling a bit awkward, but he knew the hygiene of the food he made well.
"Don't worry, you two. Some stinky tofu might be unclean, but this is homemade by my wife and me, with no chemical additives. Rest assured."
