Before the servant delivering the porridge had even left, Zhao Junyao entered uninvited.
Xia Ruqing, her belly large, moved slowly. Before she could rise, Zhao Junyao had already walked over, frowning.
"Don't move!"
Xia Ruqing indeed stayed still. In truth, it wasn't necessarily that she wanted to get up; it was just for appearances.
Zhao Junyao naturally didn't know what she was thinking. He just saw her drinking porridge.
Xia Ruqing smiled and said, "I was just about to have someone send a bowl to the Emperor, and here you are!"
Zhao Junyao sat beside her, gently caressing her belly.
"What porridge is so delicious that you'd send it from such a distance?"
Xia Ruqing lifted her small face and smiled with pride.
"This pumpkin was grown by us!"
That's how people are. The food they make with their own hands just tastes exceptionally delicious! The pumpkins they grow themselves just seem better than those from outside.
