Lina wanted to keep their relationship a secret, so Lena hid it from everyone. Lina also craved Lena's homemade chicken soup, so the latter practiced making it daily until she perfected the recipe. Once she mastered it, she eagerly sent some to Lina.
The moment Lena walked into the office, Lina, who had seemed disinterested just moments before, suddenly lit up. She hurried over to Lena, resembling a cheerful sparrow.
"It's this taste!"
Lina could not wait as she opened the container. If Lena had not stopped her, she might have lifted the container and drunk the soup directly.
Lena smiled and carefully served her a bowl, placing it on the table. "Take it slowly. It's still a bit hot."
"Okay!" Lina licked her lips.
She had the full experience of the hardships of being pregnant during this period. Her morning sickness was quite severe, almost reaching the point of throwing up whatever she ate. The Hamertons and Thompsons' chefs tried their best to cook various international delicacies, but none of them could tempt her.
She would eat and then vomit and then eat again after vomiting.
While most pregnant women gained weight, she had lost several pounds, with her cheeks sunken and looking worse.
Zuko was anxious. It was then he had a sudden idea. He thought about the "failed experiment" that Lena had brought the other day and begged her to make another batch.
Unexpectedly, Lena succeeded this time.
In a situation where Lina could not tolerate any food, the chicken soup successfully stimulated her taste buds and became the only thing she wanted to eat during this period.
Lena was delighted and felt a sense of mission in being needed by her sister.
"Lenny, I'm really sorry for always troubling you."
"What are you saying?" Lena smiled and used a tissue to wipe the soup off the corner of her mouth. "If you like it, I can make it for you daily."
"How could that be?!" Lina looked at her. "Tell the chefs at home how to make it, and they can make it for me."
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