"Slurp slurp! The porridge cooked by hubby is really delicious!"
"The roasted demonic beast meat grilled by sister is also tasty, slurp slurp!"
In the shabby inn, Luo Xiaohong held a large bowl and slurped the porridge noisily, with another hand grasping a roasted leg larger than her head, eating with oil all over her mouth.
Xia Qinglian sat on one side, gently resting her hands on her slightly swollen belly, smiling at Luo Xiaohong, as if looking at her own child.
Qin Gengyun said helplessly, "Xiaohong, don't call me hubby anymore. Initially, we pledged in front of the heavens and earth just as a makeshift solution. You should call me brother instead."
Luo Xiaohong blinked, her oil-smeared little mouth starting to chatter away:
