Qin Xiangnuan stared at the three dishes on the table, not knowing how much time had passed.
She pointed to the dishes, which didn't even have a bit of minced meat, "Can we order something better?"
"Eat," Jian Zhiqing picked up a piece of tofu and placed it in her bowl, "Don't be picky. In a few days, when you grow up a bit more, I'll take you out for something nice."
"Grow up?" Qin Xiangnuan's eyes widened, "I've been growing for so long, how can I grow more?"
"Yes, quite a lot," Jian Zhiqing's gaze lingered on her chest momentarily, he, as a husband, surely knew exactly how much she had grown.
"Cough..." Qin Xiangnuan almost choked on her own saliva, and she stomped hard on Jian Zhiqing's foot, prompting him to speak, to continue speaking nonsensically, although she admitted to herself that she had grown quite a bit, while she lowered her head and her face unavoidably reddened.
