"Yes, if you don't believe me, give me a pregnancy test. I can prove it to you," Huo Mian explained.
"No, Honey, that's not what I mean. What I wanted to say was…if you're really pregnant and your boyfriend's still hitting you… he must really be a bastard."
"Yes, I think so too." Huo Mian nodded.
"Come, sit here, don't stress yourself out…"
"Thank you, Auntie."
"You don't need to thank me. We're all from the same country, I'll definitely help you. How far along are you?"
"Almost three months."
"Wow, I can't even tell. You're very ski..."
"A lot of things happened recently. I'm not feeling so well," Huo Mian said slowly.
"Pregnant women cannot survive off of instant noodles. It's garbage food. No nutrients. Wait, I'll make you something."
"Don't, Auntie, I already can't thank you enough for your generosity. I really don't want to bother you further. Noodles are fine for me."