Mother He was pleased; this girl was genuine and unpretentious.
When Shanshan came to the house before, she would pick at her food with chopsticks, claiming to be full after just a few bites, citing a desire to lose weight.
It was unappetizing to see such a spread of dishes go uneaten, leaving Mother He feeling unfulfilled.
Now, seeing Xiaomeng, Mother He felt happy. A girl should have some meat on her, good for future childbirth.
The more Mother He thought about it, the happier she became, anticipating the days of being a grandmother.
Unaware of Mother He's thoughts, Xiaomeng was earnestly enjoying her meal.
He Ming continuously served her soup. This time, she finally spoke up, asking if he thought she was a pig, eating so much.
After dinner, He Ming took Xiaomeng to his room.
He Ming's room had its own style—simple and elegant, with deep blue striped sheets.
Seeing his bed, Xiaomeng suddenly thought of the intimate moments they had shared, and her face flushed.
