At the dinner table, Xiao Meng was eating quite a bit, stuffing one mouthful after another, which shocked both Dad and Mom.
"What's going on today? Eating so much?"
"Ah? I'm hungry, airplane food really isn't tasty."
When she came back, she wanted to be low-key and didn't dare to sit in first class, afraid she might bump into someone.
The treatment in economy class is definitely not comparable to first class.
Actually, such an appetite for Xiao Meng is completely normal.
Bai Sixian was truly happy and relieved to see this.
Over these two months, food seemed to lose its appeal to Su Xiaomeng, who has loved eating since childhood.
"Yesterday, I stepped on the scale to check my weight, scared me to death, baby has never been below ninety pounds!"
Su Xiaomeng's mouth was full of braised pork, her petite lips glistening with oil as she spoke with wide eyes.
"Too light, there's no texture, not good. I need to hurry up and gain weight."
Xiao Meng spoke seriously.
