"Buzz off!"
Being reminded of the fact by Zhao Youmei, Jiang Yi was a bit annoyed and ashamed.
"Xia Ying is pregnant, one person eats, but two people need nourishment, of course I need to cook a bit more."
Zhao Youmei, who had walked away, suddenly flashed back, her gorgeous face clearly marked with joy, and she excitedly asked Jiang Yi, "Sir, what did you just say? The madam is pregnant? That's wonderful, it's double the happiness! I must hurry and help prepare your wedding, before the madam's belly gets too big for her wedding dress."
As soon as she finished speaking, she flitted away.
Jiang Yi muttered, "My wife's pregnancy is making you happy, what part of it is yours?"
Footsteps echoed down the stairs, they were Xia Ying's footsteps.
Jiang Yi immediately carried the kitchen knife out of the kitchen and seeing Xia Ying had come downstairs, he asked with a grin, "Wife, why don't you sleep a little longer? It's still early."
