TangShi clenched her fists and sat back when Xiaosu returned with a tray of food for her.

"Here, Miss lei, Aunt has ordered your diet should be suited for being fertile and readying for childbirth." She slid down two bowls in front of TangShi that she had never seen before. In all her years living in China, she had never eaten anything that looked like this.

One was plain broth with noodles and sliced vegetables and smelled bland and salty, while the other contained some sort of fermented paste, mixed with eggs that stunk to high heavens and TangShi gagged at the sudden assaulting scent. She had no idea what...