Nianyang silently did some calculations in her heart. She's just eight weeks pregnant, four days short of two months. Her lower abdomen isn't noticeably protruding yet. With such a slight change, she's already gained 12 pounds.
Hard to imagine, if she continues eating like this, in another two months, she'll be 120 pounds. By the time she's about to give birth, will she reach 200 pounds?
Thinking of herself weighing 200 pounds, Nianyang shivered uncontrollably!
Too scary!
Got to lose weight!
"In your dreams." Li Tingyan saw through Nianyang's intentions at a glance and said domineeringly, "Without my permission, you can't reduce your meals by yourself."
Li Tingyan had finally managed to make his wife look a bit rosier, so naturally, he wanted to continue. What weight loss? That's out of the question. A little more meat on his wife is not easy, it comes from the food he learned day and night to make and feed her. If she lost even a little, he'd cry at any moment.
