Mo Ying looked at the dishes on the table that were full of the sweet and sour flavors she loved, and found that several were heavily spiced, making her, as a pregnant woman, eager to dig in.
Mo Ying smiled gratefully at Ke Xing, yet didn't speak directly, instead saying with a smile, "I'm having a feast, but pity the Marshal; today's meal... is a challenge!"
Those close to the Ke Family know that Ke Lian rarely eats dishes with a sweet flavor, only if they are made by Du Xixi himself, or fed by hand, can Ke Lian bring himself to eat a bit.
But this table full of sweet and sour was made by 2569, and Du Xixi had to eat too, so she couldn't feed Ke Lian bite by bite. It was uncertain how Ke Lian would manage this lunch today.
Ke Lian's brow twitched, feeling directly Mo Ying's ill intent, but when he glanced at Mo Ying and saw Du Xixi smiling beside her, the cold words he intended to say suddenly stuck in his throat.
