Chapter 798 What Did You Call Me

After looking at all the dishes, Ethon couldn't help but find it odd. Since City A was a coastal city, Monica loved seafood. However, pregnant women couldn't eat seafood, so the food that was served that night was mostly meat and vegetable dishes.

Fiona never liked eating fat even as a child. However, when Monica placed a piece of fat on her plate, she couldn't bring herself to refuse. She stared at the piece of fat, frowning and feeling bad.

Since Ethon had been with her for a long time, he knew very well about her eating habits. Fiona was a little bit picky, and the meat that she preferred was steamed fish.

Forcefully smiling at the sight of the greasy meat in her bowl, she resisted the urge to vomit.

Ethon had been closely watching Fiona, so when he saw her cover her mouth with her hand, he immediately moved her plate away from her.

She controlled her vomit. Luckily, when the greasy food was gone, the uncomfortable feeling went away too.

However, the air seemed to be thick with some weird tension.

Monica wasn't sure if Fiona was doing it on purpose. For the briefest moment, she grimaced, but when she recalled that Fiona was pregnant, she began to understand her. After all, when she had been pregnant herself, she had a similar experience.

"Since Nana's pregnant, she can't eat greasy food. She vomits so often nowadays," Ethon explained on behalf of Fiona in fear that his mother would misunderstand.

Smiling tenderly, Monica said, "Silly boy, what do you think I'm going to do? Don't worry. I won't put your wife in an awkward situation. I made sure to remove the fat on the meat. It only looks greasy on the surface, but it really isn't. Nana, if you still don't want to eat it, it's okay. I know how hard

dinner turned out to be quite pleasant much to Ethon's relief. After dinner, the maid cleared the table, and Fiona went to the kitchen to make fruit salad with Monica.

Seeing that Monica seemed to be unfamiliar with using the knife, Fiona smiled and said, "Aunt Monica, let me help you."

As a sensitive person, Monica sensed that something was wrong. 'Why is she still calling me aunt?' she wondered. She immediately frowned, turned around, and said, raising her voice a bit, "Well? What did you just call me?"

"Umm… Let me cut it for you, Mom," said Fiona. She was just not used to addressing Monica that way.

After all, she hadn't called anyone mom for years, including her own parents.

"Never mind. You're pregnant. I can prepare the salad myself," Monica offered, smiling warmly.

Due to Fiona's family circumstances, she had learned to cook at such a young age. She was quite skilled at it. In addition to knowing how to make countless dishes, she also knew how to bake cakes and desserts, which happened to be her favorite.

"Mom, you don't know how to cook, do you?" She turned on the faucet and stood beside the sink to wash the cherries.