After speaking, Lu Weixi blinked her eyes, pursed her lower lip, and looked at him with eyes that were the picture of grievance, pity, and helplessness, like those of a dog in need of assistance.
Qin Zhiyou and Lu's mother had dined together before, but the occasions when all three of them crowded into the small house and ate a formal meal together were few and far between.
The dinner was ordered by Qin Zhiyou, who said it was a special nutrition meal prepared by the hotel's head chef, considering both the needs of a pregnant woman and the dietary restrictions of a cancer patient, while also catering to their tastes.
Although Lu Weixi had been clamoring for dinner just now, she now couldn't stand the smell of anything greasy or fishy; thus, there were no seafood, river delicacies, or fatty meats on the dining table. Aside from the absence of a raw vegetable salad, it could practically pass for a healthy slimming and fat-reduction meal.
