"You should have said so earlier. I can make dishes that are both nutritious for pregnancy and delicious," Jiang Ning said with a playful smile. "Does Concubine Yu want to eat sweet and sour lemon shrimp, or maybe the savory, slightly spicy Three Chickens Stew?"
"Three Chickens Stew?"
"Oh, you want something spicy?" Jiang Ning's gaze swept over her belly meaningfully. "Since it's a little princess, Concubine Yu, you should stop fussing, shouldn't you?"
Concubine Yu was taken aback, then became angry with embarrassment, "Princess Consort, you're trying to trick me into revealing information again!"
"Do you really believe those common sayings about sour for a boy and spicy for a girl, even though you're a noble lady from a distinguished family?" Jiang Ning laughed lightly, "I was just joking. But honestly, a little princess is better, isn't it?"
Her dark eyes glanced casually at Concubine Yu.