"I think the shrimp here is delicious."
Tang Yue peeled the shrimp skillfully, quickly, and elegantly; eating shrimp was her favorite thing to do.
Whether it was oil-braised shrimp, boiled shrimp, or spicy shrimp, they were all her favorites.
Tang Yue didn't miss the chance to even suck on her fingers, saying, "Next time, let's buy a fish and make sour fish soup."
"Sure, sure, sure," Sister Qing agreed eagerly with three affirmatives upon hearing about sour fish soup; her eyes lit up.
The next day, Sister Qing bought a fish.
The sour fish soup was served, looking very appetizing on the table, except...
'Ugh...'
Sister Qing, smelling the fish, instantly felt a churn in her stomach.
"Sister Qing, are you..."
Tang Yue looked at Sister Qing and thought she hadn't eaten pork but had seen pigs run; not to mention, she had been with Jiajia every day during the New Year period.
"You're pregnant, aren't you?" Tang Yue said earnestly.
