“I won’t say it’s because his mother is craving food,” Mo Jingchen said with a smile to An Yiruo.
“It’s really him who wants to eat, not me. Also, look at your ten dishes and one soup, is it really to his liking?” An Yiruo pointed to her stomach again, her tone sincere and her eyes certain.
"Princess, please move to the restaurant." Mo Jingchen gestured for his princess to proceed.
When An Yiruo walked to the dining table, she realized that the ten dishes and one soup that Mo Jingchen had mentioned were actually... hot pot?
"This... hot pot?"
An Yiruo went over, pointed to the ingredients on the table, and looked at Mo Jingchen with a shocked expression.
"Yes, look at the dishes on the table. There are more than ten dishes. Add a pot of soup, and it can be called ten dishes and one soup."
Mo Jingchen proudly displayed his work to An Yiruo, as if presenting a treasure: "How is it, Mrs. Mo? Does it suit your taste?"
"Hmm, not bad. It would be even better if it had a butter broth. Try to improve next time!" An Yiruo sat down, nodded, and indicated that she was quite satisfied.
“You’re pregnant now, so you can’t eat spicy food,” Mo Jingchen thoughtfully prepared a dipping sauce for An Yiruo.
"Nonsense! Who says pregnant women can't eat spicy food? Let him stand up and we'll have a discussion about it!"
"As the old saying goes, sour foods mean a boy and spicy foods mean a girl. Why can't pregnant women eat spicy food?" An Yiruo tilted her head slightly, wanting to argue with Mo Jingchen.
"You're newly pregnant, so you should be careful. Be patient for a few days, and I'll take you to eat whatever you want in a few days, okay?" Mo Jingchen put the ingredients on the table into the pot to cook, while looking at An Yiruo in a flattering manner.
"Hmph, fallacy, fallacy!"
Although it's a pity I can't have the spicy hot pot, seeing all the ingredients I love on the table, I guess I can forgive him.
"The ten dishes and one soup tasted good, but there's still room for improvement! We can't be too proud," An Yiruo said, taking a bite of beef and finding a way to back down.
"Okay, okay, honey, I know. An'an, try this, it's delicious."
The two finished their meal with some lighthearted banter. Because An Yiruo was too full and a little sleepy, she got up, walked a few steps, and then settled down on the sofa.
"An'an, you've just eaten, you need to exercise." Mo Jingchen shook his head slightly, looking at the little lazybones on the sofa.
"I don't want to move, I'm so sleepy."
"The doctor said that pregnant women should exercise more so they will suffer less during childbirth. Let's get up and do some exercise," Mo Jingchen said, pulling An Yiruo up.
"How can I exercise? It's so cold outside, I don't want to go out," An Yiruo made another excuse for herself, hoping to escape this time.
“Our house is big enough that we can walk around the house a couple of times. It’s perfect, you haven’t really had a proper tour of our house yet.”
"Huh? This works?"
After wandering around for a while, An Yiruo sat on the sofa, panting, and exclaimed, "Is this the world of the rich?"
Walking around the house twice feels as tiring as climbing a mountain.
"I'm not going anymore, I'm too tired!"
"Would you like some water?" Mo Jingchen took the water glass and handed it to An Yiruo.
"Next time you visit my home, you don't need to invite me," An Yiruo said, taking a sip of water and slumping onto the sofa.
"Then you really need to exercise more, otherwise when you go to Biyunting, the houses there are much bigger than those in Xinghai Bay!"
Can I refuse?
"No! The renovation of the houses in Biyunting is already underway and is expected to be completed in a month."
Previously, An Yiruo felt that living in a house like Biyunting was the ultimate enjoyment.
But now I realize that having money can not only buy enjoyment, but also suffering!
...
The Spring Festival holiday has come to an end. On the eighth day of the first lunar month, major companies resumed normal operations, and An Yiruo's studio also started work on the first day after the holiday.
In the spirit of a new year and for good luck, An Yiruo gave all employees red envelopes on her first day back at work.
"Thank you, boss!"
"Designer An, where's my red envelope?" Zhang Yuanyuan asked as she watched An Yiruo approach, then followed her into her office.
“Here you go. It’s bigger than the other employees’ red envelopes! How about that? Do you love me even more now?” An Yiruo teased Zhang Yuanyuan as she handed over the red envelope.
"I've always loved you the most! In my heart, Lu Ze can only come in second!"
Aren't you afraid your partner will get jealous?
"Men have to step aside in front of sisters!"
"Alright, stop joking. It's the first day back to work after the New Year, and there's quite a lot to deal with."
"Oh, by the way, the collaboration with Lu Ze's studio will be starting soon after the New Year. You need to keep a close eye on it," An Yiruo said, outlining the key tasks for the upcoming period.
"Don't worry, I'll take care of this little thing! And while we're at it, a paid romance sounds pretty good."
Zhang Yuanyuan had previously been unwilling to deal with Lu Ze, and even wanted to stay far away from him!
Now that they've established a romantic relationship, they're practically inseparable, like conjoined twins.
"There's no need for me to know about this publicly funded dating thing."
"That won't do, I'm an honest person!"
Also, since you're pregnant now, you shouldn't overexert yourself during the first three months. After you finish your collaboration with Lu Ze's studio, take a break for a while.
Zhang Yuanyuan may have been joking, but she was still very worried about An Yiruo.
It is said that after ten months of pregnancy and one day of childbirth, a woman giving birth is like stepping into the gates of hell, with one foot in the yin and the other in the yang.
That's why people have always praised the greatness of maternal love throughout history.
“I know what I’m doing, don’t worry, Yuanyuan,” An Yiruo gave her a look, indicating that she shouldn’t worry.
"Well, I'm relieved to have your boss, Mr. Mo, looking after you, and your auntie with you too."
I'm going home now. I feel guilty spending so much time slacking off in the boss's office; I feel like I'm letting down the high salary he pays me!
"Come on, do you think I don't know you're going back so you can have a long phone conversation with your Lu Ze?" An Yiruo exposed Zhang Yuanyuan's acting skills.
"Ugh, I'm leaving."
That's how it is between sisters; no matter what you say or what kind of joke you make, it won't affect your friendship!
The phone on the table vibrated slightly. When An Yiruo saw the name on the caller ID, the corners of her lips turned up: "Hello."
"An'an, what are you doing?"
"Just chatted with Yuanyuan. How come, Mr. Mo, your first day of work this year seems pretty relaxed?"
"Well, it's alright, not too busy. Besides, they receive such high salaries from the Mo family, it's time for them to contribute to the Mo family."
"If I, as the CEO, have to do everything myself, then what's the point of me supporting them?" Mo Jingchen tapped the table lightly with his pen on the other end of the phone.
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