"These past two months, my mouth... I'm about to taste bland as a bird.
Song Huanyan invited Qiao Chuchu and the others to eat hotpot.
Song Huanyan originally thought of eating spicy, spicy, spicy... Spicy, spicy, spicy...
But...
Imagination is full, but reality is skinny.
'Song Huanyan, you can't eat spicy food,' Qiao Chuchu and the others stopped Song Huanyan.
'Even if you don't consider yourself, you should think about the baby in your stomach. Eating too much spicy food and getting diarrhea... Be careful, you might push your baby out,' Yue Xiaowan said with a smile.
Song Huanyan gave Yue Xiaowan a blank look: 'I'll have my baby hold tight to that cord in my belly.'
'... It's not a line, it's an umbilical cord,' An Yue rolled her eyes: 'How can you not have any common sense when you are pregnant?'
Song Huanyan raised an eyebrow, looking at An Yue: 'How do you know that? Could it be... you've researched? Or could it be...'