Her words left Qi Ming's face slightly taken aback.
"Second Brother, you don't understand since you haven't been pregnant. Every pregnant woman has different taste preferences during pregnancy. I saw how happy you were this morning, so I couldn't bear to disappoint you and force myself to eat. But I really can't eat it."
The more she cried, the more sorrowful she became, "If I go downstairs now and feel nauseous at the dining table, they'll say that I'm doing it on purpose. Second Brother, I'm really struggling, wu wu wu~~~"
Qi Ming never expected such a situation. Seeing Qi Miao crying so sorrowfully, his guilt became even more intense, and he also gave himself a slap.
He actually thought that his mom still cared about him and this child; he was an idiot.
"Alright, if you don't want to go downstairs, then don't. Whatever you want to eat, I'll ask them to make it for you later."
Qi Miao nodded, mentioned some of her favorite dishes, and Qi Ming went downstairs.