Now, Li Tingyan was truly grateful that he immaturely snatched Nianyang's sour plum juice that day, otherwise, if Nianyang had drunk it, how dangerous would that have been.
Nianyang raised an eyebrow; after not seeing him for a night, this man really crammed on pregnancy knowledge. Even she didn't understand what properties fruits had.
Li Tingyan saw Nianyang not speaking and thought she was dissatisfied. Anxiously he said, "Nini, don't be upset. Although you can't eat sour plums, cranberries are also fine. They're equally sour and can help with your morning sickness. I'll make it into juice for you to try in a bit."
Nianyang, "..."
It seems her mood swings have been too intense lately, giving Li Tingyan psychological shadows. Now he's speaking very cautiously, afraid of making her unhappy with a single wrong word. She does feel sorry for him.
"I'm not upset, it's just why do you have to pick at midnight? Look, you've got mud all over you, don't you mind the dirt?"
