His movements were gentle and tender, fearing he might chafe Song Yinyin's soft, delicate lips.
Song Yinyin smacked her lips.
"Was the food satisfying?"
Lu Jihan asked again, "Do you want to try some of mine? I added a little bit of Sichuan pepper and chili to mine. Yours doesn't have pepper or chili because you're pregnant. Doctor Lv said it's best to avoid spicy food."
Song Yinyin had been thinking that her bowl of noodles was a bit bland, and now hearing Lu Jihan say that made her want to try his.
She nodded enthusiastically, "Then let me try and see if yours tastes better or mine does."
Lu Jihan nodded, watching his beloved little woman slurp the noodles, a smile playing at the corner of his mouth.
Song Yinyin took a big bite, feeling it was incredibly delicious, and couldn't help but nod in praise: "Hmm, hubby, your bowl of noodles seems to taste better."
Lu Jihan simply pushed the bowl in front of him over to Song Yinyin, saying, "Then you can have the rest."
