The breakfast in the mansion varied daily, but its richness remained constant.
To cater to Shen Cheng's taste, the table was recently filled with light and nourishing dishes.
Shen Cheng sat at the table, barely visibly frowning.
Although the kitchen made the meals look very appetizing, her persistent morning sickness left her with little appetite.
Seeing her motionless, Shi Yu's eyes immediately turned cold: "Clear this table and bring in a new one. If the Young Madam still can't eat, there's no need for the chef to come in tomorrow."
The maid wiped a cold sweat on the side. Since the Young Madam became pregnant, the kitchen has already gone through seven chefs.
Shi Yu turned to Shen Cheng: "What do you feel like eating today?"
Shen Cheng shook her head without speaking. Enduring the bouts of nausea in her stomach, she hardly had the energy to respond to him.
Shi Yu reached out and gently rubbed Shen Cheng's back, trying to offer some comfort.
