The scene projected by the Glazed Lamp was exactly Qin Zhao's home.
Since Qin Zhao was pregnant, Qin Wan frequently brought things over to see her, worried that Chu Yan wasn't taking good care of her.
"Why is it chicken soup again?"
They were eating, and Qin Zhao felt a bit queasy looking at the dishes on the table.
"If you don't feel like drinking it, just sip a little."
Qin Zhao glanced at Chu Yan and Qin Wan, murmuring softly, "I want to eat fried skewers. There was an old man selling delicious fried skewers outside the hospital last time."
This was a long time ago when Qin Zhao had gone to the hospital to find Chu Yan, and she had bought some to eat.
She had thought the taste was nothing special before, but now, suddenly remembering it, she really craved it.
"You have a baby now, how can you eat street-side fried skewers? Those things are not clean, and they're full of oil and salt, which aren't good for your body or the baby."
