"Come on, let's go over and take a look." After delivering her long speech, Liu Xiaoqin supported her precious belly and said to Liu Qiao Lian, "Didn't they say tonight's spread is especially rich? Just thinking about it is making my mouth water."
This pregnancy she had no other reaction, just an insatiable appetite.
Eating all kinds of things.
As soon as she heard there'd be a dinner and they were even doing several lambs, she couldn't help but want to come.
All the way over, Liu Xiaoqin pinched a bit of this to taste, took a bite of that.
Liu Qiao Lian followed behind feeding their Xiao Jun.
The two of them standing there were practically a sight to behold.
"This is really just..." Mo Hongying stood there smiling, at a loss for words, "such a disgrace to us army wives."
So embarrassing.
What, like they haven't eaten in eight generations?
And still eating while holding her belly—she's not afraid of messing up that precious thing in there?
