"Xiao'er? Little Erduo," Sang Luo said with a laugh.
"...Either is fine."
"Let's stick with Xiao'er."
"Mm."
"Tonight, have the Imperial Kitchen brew me a bowl of ginseng soup. I need a little boost, and I haven't had any in ages." Sang Luo smacked her lips as she spoke, then pulled out a sugarcane-like Spirit Fruit and began to chew on it intently.
She looked for a place to spit out the chewed pulp.
The young man held out a Jade Plate to catch it. His gaze swept over her belly before he nodded and left.
When it was time for dinner, Xiao'er and a few other servants brought in the dishes.
The Imperial Kitchen had prepared an excellent meal tonight; every dish was one of her favorites.
Fei Yuan disliked her picky eating habits and always made sure she ate a balanced diet. Usually, there were always a few dishes from the Imperial Kitchen that she didn't particularly care for.
Sang Luo was very satisfied with the meal. She rubbed her belly, which was now noticeably round.
