"I can still manage." Qin Nuan gently shook her head, biting her lower lip tightly, feeling a bit miserable. Why does giving birth have to be such torture? Didn't the TV shows say you just go into the delivery room and the baby comes out?
She never wanted to have kids again...
"Qhianqhian, the chicken porridge is here, quickly give it to Nuannuan." Luo Xinyue handed the large food box to Luo Qianqian, feeling a mix of emotions as he watched Qin Nuan sweating nervously on the side. If it were Luo Qianqian in labor right now, he definitely wouldn't be able to remain calm.
"Quick, you need to eat something to have strength." Luo Qianqian, without standing on ceremony, shoved the large food box into Second Uncle's arms, pulled out a portion of porridge and a big chicken leg, carefully tore off the meat with gloved hands, soaked it in the porridge, and carefully squatted down to feed the bent-over Qin Nuan.
