There was a separate small restaurant on the VIP floor, which only served the patients and their families.
Pei Ziheng cleared the area, leaving only two of them in the elegant space. They ordered their meals and ate slowly. What he ordered for Xia Ling was a bowl of fragrant white porridge, a few dishes of nutritious side dishes, a glass of milk, a few slices of jam-covered bread and fruit. Xia Ling had no appetite and ate very little. Pei Ziheng persuaded her in a gentle voice. "For the child in your stomach, try to eat as much as you can."
Xia Ling was silent and took the spoon that had been put down.
Since she had decided to give birth to this child, she shouldn't be harsh on it. What if it was born unhealthy? She ate the food seriously as if to replenish the nutrients from the previous period.
