We're Not Idiots!

After downing two bowls of chicken soup, Miranda's complexion had improved significantly, and her entire body had been filled with renewed energy and hope.

She could feel that her lower abdomen was very warm and comfortable, and that her entire body had been nourished by the chicken soup.

Gjerj accepted the fried rice from the nearby servant, then turned to Miranda, and said, "Here's your favorite Yangzhou fried rice. Have some fried rice, then drink some more soup."

Both of the servants stood off to the side with expectant looks on their faces. Madam's complexion had improved significantly after drinking the chicken soup; if she were to have some fried rice, perhaps she really would have the energy required for childbirth.

The lid on the thermos container was opened, and the aroma of Yangzhou fried rice wafted throughout the entire room.