Everyone soon sat down together for a meal.
Yang PeiMin didn't know if she had overslept or if her body hadn't adjusted to the schedule, but she had little appetite. After a few sips of chicken soup, she felt full, and everyone at the table looked at her. Chen Guizhi was particularly anxious, "Is the food not to your taste?"
"No, I'm just eating slowly." Not wanting to worry everyone, Yang PeiMin forced herself to eat a few more bites, because it wasn't just about her anymore.
Shen Yidong then joked with a smile, "Sister-in-law, with all this trouble, I'm sure it's going to be a hefty little boy. Everyone says girls are considerate, but when I was pregnant with my daughters, I never had trouble eating. Looking at your loss of complexion which used to be smooth, it must be a boy."
Chen Guizhi was very pleased by this remark and kept urging Yang PeiMin to eat more.
