Looking at the table full of dishes prepared by Qin Han, Song Yuwei suddenly laughed and said, "It seems I should get pregnant a few more times in the future, so I can enjoy the meals you cook."
"Who curses themselves like that?" Qin Han rolled his eyes and said.
Taking a sip of the medicinal soup Qin Han had made, Song Yuwei exclaimed, "What did you put in it? How can it taste so good?"
"I put sixteen types of herbs in it, all of which are good for the body," Qin Han said with a smile.
Upon hearing this, Song Yuwei laughed and said, "Why does it feel like you're catering to a pregnant woman?"
"If you give me the chance, I surely can!" Qin Han blinked and replied.
However, Song Yuwei regretfully said, "Strangely enough, nothing has happened with my belly for such a long time now."
"As long as you are healthy, this kind of thing depends on fate. When the time comes, it will happen naturally!" Qin Han said with a smile.
