Shen Qiaoyue touched the dumpling; it was still warm.

"Sister Hualan, you've really touched me! You specially brought me a box!" Shen Qiaoyue was indeed touched; Ye Hualan had even thought of bringing her a box.

Ye Hualan covered the fried rice that Shen Qiaoyue hadn't touched yet and said to Shen Qiaoyue, "You should give me the fried rice. Aren't you worried about choking on this so early in the morning?"

Shen Qiaoyue looked at the fried rice with egg, but she really didn't want to eat it.

"You eat the dumplings. I'll give this meal to one of the young men in our department later. He has a big appetite and can finish it," Ye Hualan said, then added, "Lu Chen's cooking is a bit awful. It's tough on you!"

"Sister Hualan, how did you know?" Shen Qiaoyue looked up at Ye Hualan in surprise.

Although it tastes bad, it's still edible, and my cooking skills have been improving recently.

“My husband said that when I was making dumplings today, he suddenly said that Lu Chen’s cooking was terrible, and that you’re pregnant and have to eat his cooking, which is so hard on you! So I brought you a box of dumplings.”

When Ye Hualan came in, she saw that Shen Qiaoyue had gotten her breakfast from the cafeteria.

"I don't even know what's going on with the fried rice in the army canteen. They get up early in the morning to fry it, and it's rock hard. How can you eat that?"

Ye Hualan looked at Shen Qiaoyue with heartache.

Shen Qiaoyue sighed, "Actually, as long as we can eat, that's fine. There are many more people who can't afford to eat these days. We're lucky if we can have enough to eat. I'm not picky."

“Lu Chen isn’t good at stir-frying, but he’s good at making soup and dumplings.” Shen Qiaoyue couldn’t help but say a few words in Lu Chen’s defense, “He probably just can’t get the flavor right.”

"That's true, but Lu Chen is so capable. He does the laundry and cooks without complaint, and he's so attentive to you. I'm envious of him." Ye Hualan thought about what Lu Chen did and couldn't help but feel envious.