"Mom, who's the soup for?"
Hearing her son's question, Hua Miaobing thought the adopted son felt unbalanced, so she quickly said, "I made another pot of mutton soup for you. This fish soup is for the pregnant woman."
"Is she about to give birth?"
Feng Yongzhuo and Zhuang Ruyu, it seems, hadn't even met face to face. Therefore, Hua Miaobing's sudden attentiveness towards Zhuang Ruyu felt a bit bewildering. Before Gao Yurong's incident, Hua Miaobing had no idea about this daughter, unlike Shen Jiayin.
Hua Miaobing said, "Oh. Her due date is around April or May. By then, it will be summer, so giving birth won't be too strenuous. Hot weather is better than cold weather, after all."
"Mom, does a sudden increase in someone's appetite mean they might be pregnant?"
Hua Miaobing turned away from the busy kitchen stove and asked, "What are you saying?"
"Nothing. I just thought, mom has experience with kids and all, so I casually asked."
