Estre Berrocal was so bored that she sat in her chair and nibbled on an apple for a while, picked up her phone and searched the inte for a delightful story of 100 years of weddings in Irnd.


    It turned out that the system had been abolished in Irnd in 1996 and there was no 100-year marriage period and no prohibition on divorce if you married in Irnd.


    Estre Berrocal was even more curious, but when she looked around, many people said it was a rumor.


    While he was wondering, Adán Rouco returned from outside.


    “Star, open the door.”


    Estre Berrocal put down her cell phone and ran to the door, where she saw Adán Rouco carrying a packing crate.


    Estre Berrocal bent down to look curiously, “What did you buy?”.


    He could smell it through the box.


    Adán Rouco puts his arm around her and enters: “Fabada”.


    Estre Berrocal gets excited, “Ah … it’s a Fabada! Do they still sell Fabada in Irnd?”.


    Last night she couldn’t sleep and kept mumbling about Fabada, probably because she was pregnant, she had a big appetite for spicy and sour foodtely, but Irnd is not a country where there are so many delicious snacks, so she had to restrain her cravings.


    Adán Rouco handed her the Fabada and Estre Berrocal put it on the table, unpacking it in three steps, and a strong smell reached her nose.


    “It smells so good! I want to eat this right now.”


    Adán Rouco sat down with her: “It took me a long time to find it on the map on my phone, I ran a few blocks with Santino Yepes”.


    “…”


    Estre Berrocal clutched her fork, her heart warmed beyond words, and her eyes blushed slightly.


    She had mentioned it so lightly, but it hit her like nothing else.


    Was he blind and had traveled many blocks just to buy him a te of Fabada?


    Estre Berrocal bites into the stew, which smells delicious, but feels a bit sweet.


    Adán Rouco asks, “How do you know, I don’t know if it is authentic?”.


    The Fabada, in fact, tasted really average, much worse than some of the great Fabadas at the roadside stands in La Ciudad Santa.


    But she arched her eyebrows and said, “This is the best Fabada I’ve ever tasted.”


    Adán Roucoughed lightly and stroked his head, pulling the tie around his neck with his other hand as he rxed.


    Estre Berrocal asked, while eating, “Do you eat it?”.


    “I don’t like this, you eat it.”


    Estre Berrocal did not force him, Adán Rouco had little interest in eating anything.


    “By the way, how did the conversations with your partner go today?”.


    “They have been going well, I have asked Santino Yepes to book a flight back to La Ciudad Santa for tomorrow.”


    “How nice, I don’t know if Dr. Esteban and Dulcina are back yet.”


    Adán Rouco said: “Yes, Esteban Zaragosa called me today”.


    Estre Berrocal nodded, her eyes flicked to her phone, she remembered the inte and said, “By the way, the inte has picked up my Twitter number.”


    The man frowned slightly, “Did he attack you?”.


    Estre Berrocal saw his face and suddenly wanted to joke with him. “Well, they attacked me, harshly, saying that I’m not handsome, that I don’t deserve you, that you’re such a good cabbage that pigs take it or something, in short, there were a lot of nasty words.”


    “I’ll have Santino Yepes hack all the ounts that hacked you afterwards.”


    “… There are a lot of ounts, can you hack them all?”.


    Adán Rouco raised his eyebrows slightly, “The IT department of the Rouco Group is not a job.”


    Ah, yes, how could I forget, her husband is a big touch in this field, and a little thing like hacking ounts is too low tech for him.


    Estre Berrocal, seeing how nervous he looked, narrowed her eyes and said with a sly smile, “Honey~”


    Adam Rouco’s brow furrowed and he raised his hand to touch his forehead, “Fabada drugged up inside?”


    “…”


    Estre Berrocal’s mouth twitched, “What’s wrong with me?”.


    “Nothing to call your husband, it’s not adultery.”


    “…”


    “It’s just that I lied to you, hehehe. Those cybernauts didn’t attack me”.


    Adam Rouco’s lips curved downward: “Infantile”.N?velDrama.Org: owner of this content.


    Estre Berrocal nudged him on the corner of his lips: “You don’t always lie to me, you’re childish too”.


    Adán Rouco raised an eyebrow, fine, it was childish, whatever Ms.


    Estre Berrocal finished her bowl of Fabada with a flourish, and sat cross-legged in her chair, rubbing her growing belly and the flesh growing around her waist.


    He seemed to have put on a little weighttely.


    She used to eat rice, a staple food, and her appetite was not so big, buttely, I don’t know if because of her pregnancy, she ate two small bowls of rice.


    If he kept eating like that, he would be a very fat person.


    She is different from Dulcina, who is fat as a baby but can’t put on weight by eating, but is a normal person, thin if she eats less and fat if she eats more.


    Estre Berrocal leans back in the arms of Adán Rouco: “Do you think you’re going to make me fat if I get pregnant?”.


    Adán Rouco wrinkles his nose in disbelief: “What’s wrong with being fat?”.


    “Fat people don’t look good, I’m not the kind of person who looks good when I’m fat.”


    The man reached out and lifted her up to sit on hisp with a sigh, “I can hold her, she’s not fat.”


    “… But it’s only the beginning of my pregnancy, if I keep putting on weight I’ll probably be a hundred and thirty or forty pounds.”


    “There’s nothing wrong with putting on a little weight when you’re pregnant, if you don’t like it, you can exercise after you have the baby and lose it again.”


    Estre Berrocal sighed, this is where men and women think differently.


    “It’s hard to lose weight when you’re fat, it takes a long time to gain it back.”


    Besides, she doesn’t like to exercise.


    Adán Rouco said in a low, warm voice: “You refuse to get fat and you can’t eat less, what do you do?”.


    “… Will it suffer if I gain weight?”.


    “Not that I can see.”


    Estre Berrocal’s eyes twitched at the corners, “Answer my question head on!”.


    The man looked down, his thin lips resting on the edge of her ear, and said in a muffled voice, “The grease feels good in my hand, I quite like the soft feel.”


    By the end of the sentence, therge hand had already reached into the hem of his shirt …


    Estre Berrocal was embarrassed.


    “She looks like she’s a little fatter.”


    “…”


    Sweat.


    Estre Berrocal sat on hisp for a while, Adán Rouco weighed her and scoffed: “That’s much heavier, my legs are numb”.


    Estre Berrocal was furious: “I only weigh 30 kilos! How can I weigh more?”.


    She was 165 and before she was pregnant she weighed 95 pounds, a very standard slender figure, not quite slim but very well proportioned, convex where she should be, slim where she should be, well proportioned, she had only put on five pounds, this man had just said he didn’t care, and now he was starting to care.


    “She’s not heavy, I can hold her even if she grows to 120 pounds.”


    With that, Adán Rouco took her in his arms and headed for the bed.


    Estre Berrocal reached out, tapped him on the shoulder and asked, “By the way, I have something to ask you!”.


    “Tell me.”


    “I’ve been doing a lot of searching on the inte about getting married in Irnd and a lot of the information on the inte indicates that Irnd doesn’t have centenary marriage, but we do, so why?”


    “The Inte is full of uneducated people who talk out of their asses, pay no attention.” Said the man with a look of circumstance.


    Estre Berrocal felt something was wrong. “No, but so many official phrases say it’s a rumor and that Irnd abolished the institution of marriage in 1996.”