Su Ningyan slept straight through until after nine o'clock at night.
Perhaps it was because she had a blood transfusion today, she felt much energized after waking up.
"Honey, are you hungry? I've prepared some porridge in the small kitchen."
"Sure, I'll eat a little. I don't have an appetite for a full meal, anyway."
This was made by the Zhuo Family's head chef and brought over before Ningyan woke up.
So, it has been kept warm in the small kitchen all this time.
The porridge was definitely good, with ingredients all chosen with Su Ningyan in mind.
After eating two bowls of porridge, Ningyan was about to get out of bed when suddenly her belly moved.
Zhuo Junyue was about to help her up when he saw her expression and thought she felt uncomfortable, which made him nervous.
"Honey, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell somewhere?"
Ningyan's lips curved upward slightly, "Husband, the baby just kicked me, oh my, and is still kicking. Come feel it quick."
