Jing Jiaren was startled and raised her head back to see Ximen Longting hugging her and resting his chin on the top of her head.
Huh?
"Why did you get out of bed?"
Ximen Longting hugged her and said in a low voice: "Let's see how my daughter is doing!"
Damn, she was so moved in vain. Did she come to see her daughter?
"Jing Jiaren, you are not allowed to cook anymore. Excessive cooking fumes are not good for the children." Ximen Longting groaned, "This is the last time you will go to the kitchen."
"Okay, if it's not good for the child, it's good for me." Jing Jiaren smiled and raised her eyebrows, stirring the fragrant soup with a spoon.
"It's even worse for pregnant women - I told you before that you are not allowed to go into the kitchen."
"Then what you just promised."
Ximen Longting didn't take it too seriously just now and was focused on looking at the photo album. When he came back to his senses, he found that the woman was missing. When he asked the servant if she came to the kitchen, he came down immediately!
"You came just in time. Try it. It seems that the soup is almost ready." Jing Jiaren scooped up a little soup and put it on the taste plate, carefully brought it to him and blew on it, "Check the heat and see if there is enough salt."
Ximen Longting tasted it with satisfaction and raised his eyebrows: "A strange smell?!"
"Where's the weird smell coming from?"
"What is this black thing..." He looked into the pot.
"It's a medicinal material. It's very good for the body. You've lost too much weight."
No one likes the smell of medicinal herbs in soup, not to mention that Jing Jiaren added too much!
"I smell good. Is it really that weird?" Jing Jiaren tried a little, "It's not bad. If you don't like it, can I make it again for you?"
"I didn't say bad..." As long as it was done by her, he liked it.
Jing Jiaren smiled and finally couldn't help but ask: "You brought the photo album too, didn't you? That's cool."
"..."
"My back was very uncomfortable from being hit."
Ximen Longting released her from his arms, took out the photo album from his clothes, and held it in his hand.
Since the photo album is the size of a book, it cannot be put in a trouser pocket or pocket...
Jing Jiaren turned down the heat, covered the soup, and simmered for a while.
She turned around to face Ximen Longting and straightened his slightly messy hair.
When I think that his condition is very good and he has not had an attack yet... I think that the baby in his belly is a little beauty as expected...
Thinking that my heart-warming baby will be born soon...
Three joys came to my door, and I felt like I had fallen into a honey jar.
Ximen Longting must have been overjoyed, and he still hasn’t discovered that he has no virus attack!
The little beauty must have gone to his head...
Jing Jiaren pressed her fingertips on his face: "From today on, I will take care of your body."
Ximen Longting held her hand and bit her finger: "Don't steal my lines!"
When the soup was cooked, Jing Jiaren filled a large soup pot with a full bowl, leaving half of the soup in the pot.
"Making so much? I can't even finish it!"
"It's okay, the rest can be given to others..."
"To whom?" Ximen Longting picked up another soup bowl, as if he didn't want to give it to anyone else.
"Ximen Longting, stop pretending, we have a big bowl."
"The leftovers were wasted!" She was not allowed to enter the kitchen from now on. It was the last meal she cooked! How could he allow it to be wasted?
"Uh... we can let Wen Xinnuan share it with them." Jing Jiaren's eyes wandered.