The next morning, Lian Hua woke up bright and early, roused by hunger.
She lay in bed, rubbing her growling stomach, feeling a bit reluctant to get up. Maybe she should eat first and then go back to sleep for a bit?
Lately, she'd been eating a lot and getting hungry quickly. Just over two months pregnant and her figure hadn't yet changed, she was already eating so much. By the time she was further along, would she turn into a rice barrel?
She couldn't help but imagine herself, belly big and body round, sitting in front of the dining table, gnawing on a chicken leg in her mouth, another in her hand, and eyes fixed on the chicken legs on the table as she mumbled to Xiao Qing that there wasn't enough to eat...
At the thought of this scene, Lian Hua shivered. That image was so unflattering—no, no, she had to eat less, just a little bit less.