"Lin Yong cooks all sorts of delicacies for me every day, insisting that I finish them all. How could I not gain weight?"
Jiang Xiaobai said, "Zheng Xia, you're not getting any younger. You should rest more at home now that you're pregnant and avoid going out."
"I'll try to minimize my outings." Zheng Xia was left with little choice—her businesses were numerous, especially towards the year's end, when things became incredibly busy.
As they were chatting, Lin Yong, wearing an apron, came out of the kitchen.
"Xiaobai, don't leave tonight. I've made beef bone soup; let's have dinner here," Lin Yong said with a smile.
Jiang Xiaobai replied, "Maybe next time. It's the end of the year, and I'm incredibly busy. I need to leave after resting here for a bit."
"Look at you, so busy, yet you still feel the need to visit. You're being too formal!" Zheng Xia teased. "You're treating your sister Zheng like an outsider, aren't you?"