When they ate, Ruan Tang had little appetite. She had just dry-heaved for a while, and her stomach was still uncomfortable, so she could barely eat.
Fortunately, Tian Caihua had ordered a bowl of lean-meat porridge, and she forced herself to finish it.
If she was pregnant, she couldn't go without eating.
Mother Zhou was in no mood to eat either.
The least affected were the children and carefree Tian Caihua. They ate with particular gusto.
Ruan Tang ate quickly. She went to pay the bill first, and by the time she returned, the children had polished off every dish on the table. Each of them had a round, bulging belly.
The saying that half-grown boys could eat a father out of house and home was certainly true!
Ruan Tang looked at the children rubbing their round bellies and asked with a smile, "Are you full? If you are, we'll leave. If you're not full, I'll take you for sweet soup later."
The several Zhou Wenguang brothers immediately shouted, "We're not full yet! We can still drink sweet soup!"
Tian Caihua picked up Older Brother and stood up. "We're done eating, let's go, let's go! Your bellies are about to burst, and you're still saying you're not full! Sweet soup outside is dead expensive, dead expensive! Why drink it? If you want some, I'll make it for you at home! We still have to go back and worship the gods today..."
The family left the restaurant amid Tian Caihua's endless muttering and drove to the hospital.
After the car was parked, when they got out, Younger Sister saw that they had come to the hospital again. She squirmed in Jiang Xia's arms and cried, "No, no, no... Mommy, Mommy..."
She pointed outside, wanting to leave, kicking her legs anxiously and