"Eat slowly, no one's going to grab it from you."
Lu Liang casually ate a few bites and then stopped, quietly watching Su Wanyu stick out her tongue from the spiciness, yet she was enjoying the meal.
He propped his chin with one hand and smiled while asking, "I remember Zheng Xiaoxuan's family runs a Chinese supermarket, don't they sell hotpot base?"
"They do, but I can't eat it." Su Wanyu looked aggrieved; when she first got pregnant, she craved spicy food but broke out in pimples after eating it just once, so she dared not eat it again.
"Sour for boys, spicy for girls, seems there's some truth to that."
Lu Liang took out his phone, opened the baby room's monitor, and suddenly laughed: "Siqing can crawl and roll over now?"
The monitoring screen showed two nannies with smiling faces, passing a rubber ball, and the little one was rolling and crawling enthusiastically to chase it.
