Ruan Qi's gaze flickered lightly.
She had been together with Xi Jiu for so long—how could she not notice the slight change in his mood?
But she didn't say anything. Instead, she burrowed herself playfully into his embrace. "Jiujiu, I want pork rib soup for lunch~"
The girl's voice was soft and sweet, and Xi Jiu, who was already aching for her, felt his heart melt into a puddle, wishing he could offer her the very best in the world.
At this moment, forget pork rib soup—even if Ruan Qi wanted roasted lamb, he'd go slaughter one himself and bring it back.
"Alright, pork rib soup," Xi Jiu said firmly, holding her tightly. "Baby, what else do you want to eat?"
Ruan Qi gave it some thought. "I also want steak."
Pork rib soup and steak—a mix of Chinese and Western cuisine, both packed with calories.
Under normal circumstances, Xi Jiu might've advised restraint for the sake of her health.
But after hearing the doctor's words, he didn't hesitate to agree.
