As soon as she got back, Jiaming clutched her stomach and said with a pained expression, "Hongtao, your master is hungry!"

Upon hearing this, Hongtao remembered that her mistress hadn't eaten breakfast at all and had vomited violently, so she immediately said, "Princess, wait a moment, I'll have someone do it right away..."

"Hey, wait a minute, I have something else to say." Jiaming quickly stopped Hongtao.

Upon hearing this, Hongtao looked at Jiaming and said, "Master, please speak!"

Jiaming was a little embarrassed at first, but then she thought that it was really nothing. It was just that she was a little tired of breakfast.

"I really want to eat meat right now, braised pork and chicken with mushrooms, I really want to eat those two."

Hongtao was taken aback. "Master, do you really need to eat something so greasy so early in the morning?"

Jiaming, caught up in her excitement, didn't notice Hongtao's reaction. As she spoke, her mouth started to water. "Oh, right, I also want a bowl of rice. No porridge, steamed buns, or anything like that." She added to herself, "Those have too little meat. I want to eat lots of meat."

Hongtao didn't hesitate for long. As soon as Jiaming finished speaking, she replied, "Okay, this servant will immediately instruct people to prepare."

After saying that, she went out. Not long after, she returned, carrying a plate of snacks.

She carried the snacks to the table next to Jiaming, placed the plate of snacks in Jiaming's hands for her convenience, and said, "Master, please have some snacks to tide you over."

"Okay!" Jiaming replied, nodding as if she knew. Then, she looked down at the plate of pastries that looked and smelled delicious—the ones she had made—but they didn't look appetizing, and she hesitated to reach for them.

Red Peach reminded again, "Breakfast will take some time to prepare, you'll have to wait."

Jiaming looked at the red peach with a sad expression. "I know, but I want to eat meat. I don't want to eat this pastry at all."

Hongtao opened her mouth, but seeing her master's expression—unable to eat anything else without meat—she couldn't say anything.

I can't help but feel sorry for my princess—sigh, it's her second pregnancy, how should I put it, well, to use a fresh phrase, it's a bit of a struggle.

As time passed, Jiaming frequently clutched her stomach.

She was so hungry. With a gloomy expression, she tilted her head to the side, leaned on the table, and looked out the window.

This was the first time she had experienced the agony of hunger since the apocalypse, as if she had returned to that time.

Suddenly, the bright sunshine outside vanished. The once warm and comfortable house suddenly felt unpleasant; clearly, she was in a bad mood.

Fortunately, the kitchen was very efficient, and Jiaming wasn't actually hungry for long, but the wait seemed to take an exceptionally long time.

"Master, breakfast is here." Hongtao held her master's arm with a look of heartache, thinking that her master was so hungry that she was afraid that her legs would give way and she would fall.

"Great! I'm starving!" Jiaming rushed over as soon as she smelled the aroma of food, oblivious to Hongtao's worry.

With her eyes fixed on the food on the table, she quickly sat up straight, a happy smile spreading across her face.

She picked up a piece of braised pork with her chopsticks, suppressed her smile, and began to eat with anticipation.

As soon as Jiaming put the braised pork in her mouth, she paused for a moment, then started picking up more pork with her chopsticks.

"Master, please eat slowly." Hongtao looked at Jiaming eating meat in big bites and assumed it was because she hadn't had breakfast in so long and was hungry.

Jiaming ate hastily. She was indeed hungry. Well, how should I put it? After taking the first bite, she suddenly realized that the meat wasn't that delicious, and she found it rather unappetizing.

But in order not to go hungry, I have to eat even if it doesn't suit my taste, especially since I have a baby in my belly!

It's precisely because it doesn't taste good that people eat it whole. Only in this way can they barely taste the flavor.

She felt more comfortable eating bland food than enjoying something she didn't like.

As she was eating, her movements suddenly slowed down. She really couldn't eat anymore, and she felt a slight urge to vomit.

The feeling of vomiting was awful, and she didn't want to go through it again. So, she suppressed the urge to vomit, and only after she had calmed down did she slowly put the food into her mouth and continue to swallow it whole.

I kept eating until I no longer felt hungry, but I still didn't feel full.

So she stopped.

"Master, why aren't you eating?" Hongtao looked at her mistress who had stopped eating, and then looked at the person who had clearly said she was very hungry and wanted to eat meat, but hadn't touched much of the food on the table. At least, based on her estimation of her mistress in the past, her appetite was definitely more than this.

She was genuinely worried, after all, "Your Highness, you have a little prince in your belly, you should eat more."

"I'm not eating anymore, let someone clean it up!" Jiaming shook her head, stood up and continued, "It's not that I don't want to eat, it's just that I really can't eat anymore. If I eat any more, I can't guarantee that I can suppress the urge to vomit."

"Ah!" Hongtao exclaimed anxiously, "What should we do? You're pregnant with the little prince, it's not good if you don't eat well."

My lord, this second pregnancy is really going to be tough.

"This? Let me think about it!" Jiaming said helplessly.

She didn't know what was wrong with her. She really wanted to eat meat, but as soon as the meat came, she felt nauseous while eating it.

At lunchtime, she still wanted to eat meat, but this time, she wanted to eat fish.

But even after eating the fish, she still felt nauseous. Whether it was pickled fish or boiled fish, she wasn't full and almost threw up, leaving Jiaming still feeling unsatisfied.

Hongtao wanted to tell Fourth Master and the others about this, but Jiaming stopped her.

"I have a vague idea of ​​how to resolve this matter, so there's no need to tell them."

"Really, that's wonderful!" Red Peach immediately said with a smile, "I'll do whatever you say, Master."

In the afternoon, Fourth Master and the others returned.

Just as they entered, the father and son, who were enjoying the cool air in the pavilion—well, mainly Hongxuan, who was standing on the stone bench fiddling with the things he had bought—suddenly sensed something and looked up to meet the accusing gaze of his mother who had just arrived.

Hongxuan, thinking he had received a gift, immediately comforted her like a little adult, "Don't worry, Mother, I haven't forgotten my promise to you."

"Here, this is for you." He said, handing Jiaming a pair of small earrings.

Jiaming took it blankly; this wasn't what she wanted.

Fourth Master knew, but he didn't say anything; he only did.

"These books are for you. Take your time reading them, but don't read them for too long." With that, Fourth Master pointed to several books on the stone table, and then Hongxuan deliberately misinterpreted Jiaming's meaning.

Jiaming glanced at the book title and realized it was a serious book, not a storybook.

Fourth Master: Of course it's a serious book. First, it's to keep you entertained while you can't go out; second, it's to help you enrich your knowledge; and third, it's convenient for you to continue discussing with me... It's a win-win situation. This book is a good buy.

Jiaming: "..."

Seeing this scene, Red Peach couldn't help but want to laugh.

Su Peisheng, standing to the side, was quite direct. He lowered his head, shrugged, and smiled to himself.