Jiang Cheng strangely liked the smell of gasoline.
But she was rational enough to know it's not good to smell too much, so she restrained herself to sniff just once.
Shen Que was truly helpless and powerless because he couldn't compete with tearful Jiang Cheng.
Jiang Cheng cradled her slightly protruding belly, and the moment she pursed her lips, Shen Que surrendered.
Every time Grandma Shen saw this, she couldn't help but roll her eyes, knowing she couldn't rely on this foolish guy.
Four months later, Jiang Cheng's belly began to swell.
She transitioned from liking the smell of gasoline to craving jianbing guozi from a small street stall.
Every morning, Jiang Cheng would get up early to wait at the corner for the small cart selling jianbing guozi.
She not only loved to eat it but also enjoyed watching the process of how it was made.
The smokiness rising from making jianbing made her feel particularly satisfied.
