The cravings in Xiang Yun’s belly had already been stirred up by these exquisite little dim sum. How could she listen to her husband’s words? She grabbed a piece of cream pastry, took a bite, and said as she chewed, "Don’t worry, my stomach is fine. I used to eat outside all the ti—plenty of things less clean than this—and I never got an upset stomach."
While she was speaking, half of the cream pastry had already gone into her mouth. Wanyan Jing Chen wanted to stop her but had no way to do so. He helplessly took out his handkerchief, wiped the crumbs off her mouth, and said, "Yun’er, safety first. For the sake of our child, let’s avoid eating outside food. If you like these dim sum, have soone jot down the nas. When we return to the palace, I’ll have soone make them for you."
Without waiting for Xiang Yun’s agreent, he took the half-eaten cream pastry from her hands and placed it on the plate beside them.
Seeing her food being taken away, Xiang Yun’s face fell. She pouted, her head drooping sadly, and the sparkle in her two bright eyes dimd.
Her change in deanor was impossible to escape Wanyan Jing Chen’s notice. He glanced at Xiang Yun and waved over his attendant, whispering a few instructions in the attendant’s ear.
The attendant quietly left the room. Wanyan Jing Chen glanced at Xiang Yun again, ruffled her hair, and said indulgently, "Don’t feel wronged, I’ll get you sothing delicious soon!"
"Really?"
Upon hearing there would be sothing good to eat, Xiang Yun’s eyes lit up in delight. She lifted her head, and her round, glistening eyes regained their sparkle.
Ever since her pregnancy, her appetite had been unusually good. She wanted to eat everything she saw, and every ti she ate, she ate a lot. Comparatively, she’d gained quite a bit of weight from before. Her originally round face had beco even rounder, resembling a little bun.
Seeing how easily satisfied she was, Wanyan Jing Chen couldn’t help but feel warm inside. Smiling, he coaxed her in a soft, childlike tone, "Of course it’s real, you little glutton!"
"What kind of delicious food is it? Have I eaten it before? Is it good? Is it at or vegetarian?" Xiang Yun’s eyes sparkled fervently as she eagerly looked at Wanyan Jing Chen.
Wanyan Jing Chen said helplessly, "Xiang Yun, can’t you have a bit more dignity? The mont food is ntioned, you turn into this! Look at you—like a little cat greedy for food, your saliva is practically dripping!"
Xiang Yun’s face turned bright red in embarrassnt. She hurriedly reached up to wipe her mouth, but after rubbing a few tis, she felt no moisture. Suspicious, she raised her head, only to et the mischievous expression in her husband’s eyes. In an instant, she understood everything. She raised her little fist to hit him.
"Wanyan Jing Chen, you evil man! You’re teasing ! Just wait—I’ll make you pay for this..."
Her soft little fists landed on his body, but the sensation was more like a gentle massage, making Wanyan Jing Chen feel utterly relaxed. He sat comfortably, letting Xiang Yun’s powder-pink fists strike him again and again without dodging—wearing an expression of visible enjoynt.
Xiang Yun threw punch after punch, and when she saw that he didn’t show the slightest sign of pain, she gave up in frustration. She let out a snort and stopped her fists, grumbling, "Just wait and see. Once I give birth, I’ll take up martial arts training, build up fists of steel, and teach you a proper lesson!"
Wanyan Jing Chen laughed and said, "Alright, if you’re willing, I’ll happily take the hits!"
Of course Xiang Yun wasn’t serious. It was just so tough talk. Even now, she couldn’t bear to use much strength to hit Wanyan Jing Chen with her soft fists—let alone steel fists.
Seeing that she said nothing further, Wanyan Jing Chen naturally understood she couldn’t truly bear to hit him. He smiled and said, "Since you can’t bring yourself to do it, forget about the steel fists. Why not save that energy for more important things?"
"Important things? What important things?" Xiang Yun asked, confused.
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