Zhao Mei was stuffed.
It wasn't strange for her to overeat, as she had been doing it more often since she got pregnant. For instance, she stuffed herself with the chicken noodle soup her husband cooked for her last night.
But this time was different.
This time it was a blissful kind of stuffed, a satisfied sort of stuffed, the kind of stuffed where you can't eat another bite and you only wish you had another stomach.
Since becoming pregnant, Zhao Mei's tastes had changed a lot. The snacks she used to love no longer appealed to her, sometimes she craved sour things so badly that even plum pickled in vinegar wasn't sour enough, at other times she longed for sweets so much that rice mixed with sugar and drizzled with honey didn't seem sweet enough.
Even her once-favorite dish made by Tian Lin, the braised chicken, had lost its charm after having it once a week for the past few months.
It had been a long time since she had eaten meat so heartily.