The cravings in Xiang Yun's belly had already been stirred up by these exquisite little dim sum. How could she listen to her husband's words? She grabbed a piece of cream pastry, took a bite, and said as she chewed, "Don't worry, my stomach is fine. I used to eat outside all the time—plenty of things less clean than this—and I never got an upset stomach."
While she was speaking, half of the cream pastry had already gone into her mouth. Wanyan Jing Chen wanted to stop her but had no way to do so. He helplessly took out his handkerchief, wiped the crumbs off her mouth, and said, "Yun'er, safety first. For the sake of our child, let's avoid eating outside food. If you like these dim sum, have someone jot down the names. When we return to the palace, I'll have someone make them for you."
Without waiting for Xiang Yun's agreement, he took the half-eaten cream pastry from her hands and placed it on the plate beside them.
