Qiao Xiang returned home in a daze, and He Hao had already prepared dinner for her.
"Yiyi, I made you some pork tripe and chicken soup. It's said online that this soup is the most nourishing for pregnant women."
Qiao Yi pretended to be calm while sitting at the table, but when he picked up the bowl of soup, he accidentally spilled it all over the table.
"I'm sorry, husband, I may be a little tired!"
He Hao touched her head tenderly: "Yiyi, you can't go out and play anymore when you're pregnant. We need to stay at home and recuperate. Come, let your husband feed you some soup!"
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