Pregnant After Healing the Alpha-Chapter 252 - 244: Do you like it stronger?

Chapter 252: Chapter 244: Do you like it stronger?

Zhan Kaiyang hummed heavily and left with his family.

Qiao Jing ignored Lou Xinrou’s gaze and watched the rueful retreat of Zhan Nan and his family.

After the drama ended, Zhan Qipei decisively took Qiao Jing back home.

The next day at noon.

Zhan Qipei brought the dishes to the dining table for Qiao Jing.

Just by looking at the four dishes and one soup on the table, his stomach began to stir.

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Zhan Qipei swallowed his saliva. Qiao Jing’s cooking skills were quite impressive; the aroma of the food could waft to the neighbors.

But then he suddenly remembered something and could only restrain himself, looking at the lavish meal on the table.

Zhan Qipei served Qiao Jing a bowl of soup and placed it on the table, “Time to eat, I’ll clean up the kitchen after I’ve finished eating.”

“Thank you.” Qiao Jing came out when the kitchen was already cleaned up by her.

After she sat down and finished a bowl of soup, Zhan Qipei also started eating.

“You didn’t have any soup?” Qiao Jing noticed that Zhan Qipei’s bowl contained only rice.

Zhan Qipei shifted his gaze away from the soup, “I drank some already.”

He was still very tempted by the soup Qiao Jing had cooked, but unfortunately, he had to control himself and couldn’t even have the soup.

Qiao Jing glanced at Zhan Qipei’s bowl, which had not a speck of oil and contained only rice.

She did not expose Zhan Qipei’s lie.

About five minutes later, Qiao Jing sensed something was off.

It wasn’t the first time this had happened. Zhan Qipei had recently been eating very little, even skipping the soup.

Normally, he would eat two to three bowls of rice, but now he was down to one, and he seldom took much from the dishes.

If cooked based on their normal appetites, the amount was just right, but now there were leftovers.

This made the thrifty Qiao Jing somewhat distressed about the wasted food, so she decided to ask, “Have the meals I’ve been making recently not been to your liking?”

But logically speaking, Zhan Qipei shouldn’t have lost his appetite suddenly since the food usually tasted about the same, and he had always enjoyed it previously.

Zhan Qipei averted his eyes, afraid to look at Qiao Jing, and replied, “Not at all.”

Though he had been trying hard not to let Qiao Jing notice by reducing his frequency of taking dishes, he was still found out.

“But there have been leftovers recently,” Qiao Jing furrowed her brows, looking at the dishes on the table and starting to recall her cooking steps.

Could it be that she messed up some step? But she didn’t think there was any change in taste when she ate it.

Only then did Zhan Qipei remember; recently, because of his own reason, Qiao Jing had been eating more of the dishes than usual.

He thought of an excuse, saying, “Perhaps we bought too much. We can buy a little less.”

“I buy groceries based on our regular portions,” Qiao Jing looked at Zhan Qipei, trying to read something from his face.

If there are leftovers, then there is only one reason: someone’s appetite has decreased.

Zhan Qipei thought to himself, because his wife’s cooking was too delicious, he couldn’t control his eating, and he had recently gained weight—what should he do?

During this period, he had gained twenty pounds, but he didn’t want Qiao Jing to misunderstand that he was eating less because he disliked the food.

The meals were not just to his liking; they were extremely delicious.

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“The food suits my taste very well, it’s delicious,” Zhan Qipei explained.

“Why do you eat so little?” Qiao Jing asked patiently.

She didn’t want to waste food, and eating the extra portion meant for Zhan Qipei would make her too full.

Qiao Jing had bought just enough food for their appetites, and eating Zhan Qipei’s portion too would be somewhat forced.

Zhan Qipei hesitated for a while but still did not tell the truth, “No, I eat the same amount as usual.”

“You usually eat two or three bowls of rice, and now you’re only eating one? You haven’t been drinking soup recently either.”

Zhan Qipei was stunned; he hadn’t expected Qiao Jing to remember how many bowls of rice he ate. It seemed she really cared about him.

Zhan Qipei opened his mouth but didn’t know what to say to defend himself.

Qiao Jing didn’t speak either but put down her chopsticks and looked at Zhan Qipei, waiting for his next explanation.

The two of them remained in a stalemate for a while, Zhan Qipei under Qiao Jing’s gaze.

In the end, Zhan Qipei backed down, somewhat helplessly saying, “Because I’ve gained about ten pounds recently and want to control my weight. The food is delicious, but if I keep eating like this, my weight will continue to rise.”

After hearing Zhan Qipei’s explanation, Qiao Jing studied him from head to toe with a measuring look.

However, from Zhan Qipei’s appearance, it still didn’t look like he had gained weight; instead, his build seemed much more solid.

After all, with Zhan Qipei’s height, his current weight was normal; previously, he was underweight.

Qiao Jing withdrew her gaze, “You don’t need to control your eating. Getting a bit bulkier is good; you were too thin before. You look better now.”

Zhan Qipei’s eyes brightened, “Really? I look better than before?”

“Yes, I’m not lying to you,” Qiao Jing replied.

At this, Zhan Qipei’s mood improved considerably, “So, you like it a bit bulkier?”

Qiao Jing did not respond to Zhan Qipei’s question. Seeing that he still refused to eat, Qiao Jing thought of an alternative and said, “I can make you a cup of Intestine Cleansing Tea. Drink it after the meal, and you won’t gain weight.”

Dieting is not a good method for losing weight; that cup of Intestine Cleansing Tea can expel excess fat and impurities from the body.

After hearing this, Zhan Qipei looked at Qiao Jing’s figure, noting how his hand could encircle her slender waist and those long, lean legs without any excess fat.

Ever since he met Qiao Jing, he thought she had a better figure than those international models.

Living together, he found that Qiao Jing also had a good appetite, not eating any less than a man.

But importantly, Qiao Jing’s figure remained slim, the same as when he first saw her, while his own weight had gained a full ten pounds.

Could it be that Qiao Jing was able to maintain her figure because of that tea?

“Do you not gain weight because you drink Intestine Cleansing Tea, and that’s why no matter how much you eat, you don’t gain weight?” Zhan Qipei curiously asked.

If that was truly the case, then he wouldn’t have to diet so harshly.

“No, I just don’t gain weight,” Qiao Jing said flatly as she picked up some meat with her chopsticks and placed it in her bowl.

Her tone was so matter-of-fact that it didn’t seem like she was boasting, but rather stating a fact.

This ability to eat without gaining weight was something many women dreamed of, yet Qiao Jing felt indifferent about it.

Zhan Qipei also gave Qiao Jing an envious look, knowing he needed to control his weight, or by middle age, he might become a portly man.

Otherwise, why would he leave such delicious food untouched?

“I’ll make you Intestine Cleansing Tea, so you don’t have to control your portion size,” Qiao Jing reminded him, signaling for Zhan Qipei to finish his meal.

Reassured by Qiao Jing’s promise, Zhan Qipei finally moved his chopsticks and ate two more bowls of rice. “Is the Intestine Cleansing Tea homemade by you?”

“Yes, I figured it out when I had some free time,” Qiao Jing said, noting that Zhan Qipei had stopped restricting his diet, and her furrowed brow relaxed.