Su Wanwan finally understood the meaning of lifting a stone only to drop it on her own foot.
She struggled to drink the half bowl, but eventually couldn't manage it, looking at him pitifully: "I can't drink anymore."
Mu Yuze snorted: "Considering you're pregnant, I'll let you off this time."
"I was just trying to support you..." Su Wanwan mumbled. After all, it was a soup made by this man himself, she had to give him face.
"Do you think I didn't taste it?" He frowned, "Of course, I know it's terrible."
"Then why did you let me drink it..."
"What if you happened to like it?" Mu Yuze said calmly, "After all, you're enamored with everything about me."
Su Wanwan was rendered speechless, clutching her chest unable to say a word.
Mu Yuze pushed the prepared food toward her: "Eat up, these weren't made by me, don't worry."
Su Wanwan cautiously took a bite, confirming it tasted good, she then started eating heartily.
