Chapter 8

I fed Vivian all kinds of food every day. I got her spare ribs, cream cakes, fried chicken, fries, and all kinds of imported chocolates. I made sure that there was always a variety, and I told her that it was all for the nourishment of the babies. "Honey, am I getting scarily fat?" Three months later, she stood in front of the mirror, pinching the layers of fat around her waist. Her voice was trembling. She had been slim in the past, but she had become several sizes larger. She was beginning to pant whenever she walked. "What are you thinking about?" I carried over some freshly made donuts, which were drizzled liberally with sugar. I said fondly, "You need to consume enough nutrients for five people. Of course, you'll need to eat more." I held a donut to her lips. "Here, I just made these. This is your favorite flavor." She looked at the golden-brown donut and swallowed. In the end, she took it and took a large bite out of it. When I saw how she was wolfing it down, I felt c