After all the check-ups were finished and she returned to the apartnt, Charlotte Miller found the long kitchen counter in the apartnt filled with various luxury ingredients—boxes of premium white swallow, the best quality cordyceps, fish maw, morel mushrooms, abalone, shark fin, and so on...
It seems that with the child, she indeed gains favor. With this kind of diet, maybe after ten months she’ll turn into a big, white, plump pig, won’t she?
But she can’t say anything now; anything she says will be suppressed by this man.
Ever since he found out she was pregnant, Atlas Hallow seed a bit different, like he’s in a daze; she really can’t figure out what he’s thinking.
Charlotte went to her room to change her clothes, while the housekeeper had swiftly tidied up the kitchen counter and started making lunch.
Atlas Hallow sat on the sofa, looked at Charlotte’s ankle; thankfully, it’s not severe enough to need a cast, but walking will definitely be inconvenient for the next few days.
He couldn’t stay with her all the ti, so he had to remind her to be cautious.
"You know I’m extrely busy lately, so you need to be extra careful yourself, don’t move around too much, and rest more," Atlas Hallow said as he wrapped his arm around Charlotte’s waist, his large hand placing her small hand into his palm as if admiring a treasure, playing with it gently.
Charlotte chuckled inwardly because she knew Atlas was very busy lately, so it was just the right ti for her to go out. But she dared not show too much excitent on her face.
Being stuck together every day is really enough, especially with the way he’s treating her today, making Charlotte feel extrely uncomfortable, so she has to do sothing to rebel against this. Just because he’s Atlas Hallow doesn’t an he can disrespect her like this. Perhaps they’ll be living together for a long ti in the future, and if he keeps acting like this, Charlotte truly can’t accept it.
"Did you hear clearly?" Atlas Hallow turned Charlotte’s small face towards him, holding her petite, fair chin between his thumb and forefinger, looking into her clear eyes very seriously, as if it was no joke.
He knows Charlotte doesn’t like him controlling her this much, but if he doesn’t, it won’t work out at all. This is the busiest, most chaotic ti, and he doesn’t want Charlotte encountering any more accidents. When he’s through with this busy period and has ti to be with her, she can have her way. But right now, if he doesn’t scare her into caution, it might truly be impossible.
This little girl is very brave.
"Got it, you’re almost like the principal from our middle school days, always so naggy," Charlotte couldn’t help summarizing how Atlas Hallow’s current state is truly a bit tireso.
"Sir, Ma’am, lunch is ready." Just as the two were about to fall into another stalemate, the appearance of the housekeeper alleviated the tense atmosphere between them.
"Let’s eat first." Atlas Hallow’s deep voice was as usual, but to Charlotte, it no longer had the attractive magnetism it used to.
Lunch was lavishly prepared; although there weren’t many dishes since it was just her and Atlas Hallow, the dishes were substantial in nature.
Stead yellow croaker with snow cabbage, the lustrous yellow croaker had exceptionally tender at. On the market, yellow croaker under half a pound usually costs around 1,000 yuan, but once it’s half a pound to a pound, the price goes up to 2,000 yuan and above, and over a pound and two-tenths, the price doubles. Just this plate of yellow croaker could cover a typical family’s expenses for two or three months, couldn’t it? Abalone with broccoli, crab at lion’s head, shrimp and leek scrambled eggs, shark fin soup accompanied by Zhejiang red vinegar looked truly delectable.
Despite being angry, she couldn’t mistreat her own stomach.
"Ma’am, there’s rice, and I also made two baskets of stead dumplings for staple food, would you like so?" The housekeeper first served Charlotte a small half-bowl of shark fin soup, then asked attentively.
"Rice, please." It seed these dishes paired better with rice for taste, Charlotte took a sip, then added so red vinegar before finishing the small half-bowl entirely.
"Rice is better. Actually, dumplings, buns—these kinds of flour-based foods—especially in the later stages, should be eaten less; because if you eat them, the baby will get too big, making childbirth difficult, and they all end up having episiotomies," The housekeeper said in a rather experienced manner, while serving Charlotte a bowl of rice.
"What’s an episiotomy?" Charlotte picked up her chopsticks, grabbed a lion’s head, took a bite, and asked out of curiosity.
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