"No, no." Zhao Chun quickly shook his head, rushed to the kitchen door, stretched out his hand to block her, "Let me do it, let me do it. How could I let a pregnant woman, carrying my goddaughter, do all this? I'm a grown man, not missing hands or feet." He gestured disdainfully, waving his hand again and again, driving Tian Sangsang out.
Tian Sangsang felt a surge of mixed emotions, looked at him deeply, wanting to say thank you but unable to get the words out.
"Zhao Chun."
"Hmm?" He looked over, his eyes sparkling like stars.
She smiled, "Remember to make it sour and spicy, and pour some of that sour-spicy soup over the rice too."
Zhao Chun raised an eyebrow, asking in realization, "Are you sure you're not carrying twins? Still the same taste preferences, huh."
