Although Hong Lian was confused, he didn't pay attention to the little carrot demon who was blushing excitedly.
She took a few steps forward and tried to pat Ling Xiaotu's bent back a few times to relieve her pain.
"Ugh, vomit, vomit,,,,"
"Pa, pa, pa,,,,"[
There was only such quiet monosyllables left in the room, and even the little carrot demon who was shouting just now slowly became quiet.
It looked at Ling Xiaotu's mother with a worried face, feeling so sad that he wished he could take her to suffer.
After probably retching like this for ten minutes, Ling Xiaotu's vomiting showed signs of stopping. She quickly rinsed her mouth with warm water. She felt that her throat was about to be corroded and painful by stomach acid. She had never tried this before.
The vomiting didn't come.
Ling Xiaotu lay back on the chair with her legs exhausted, and watched with bitter hatred as Hong Lian poured out the box of soup and disappeared into the trash can along with the remaining boxes of food.
She never wanted to feel like this again. What she was drinking was soup, and it would cost her her life!
"Mommy! Mommy! Are you okay?!" The little carrot demon saw that Ling Xiaotu seemed to be getting better, and it started asking again and again.
Ling Xiaotu was balled up like a marshmallow. She gave the little carrot demon a comforting smile, indicating that she was feeling much better.
The little carrot demon became much quieter.
Hong Lian asked with a somewhat puzzled tone, "How can a six-star chef's dishes disgust you so much?"
Ling Xiaotu cleared his throat, his voice still a little weak,
"I only eat seven-star food."
"You mean the seven-star ladybug?" Hong Lian said bluntly.
"Only you snakes like to eat insects." As soon as Ling Xiaotu finished speaking, Hong Lian shouted, "I'm not a reptile!"
Ling Xiaotu waved her hand weakly,
"I know, we all understand."
Hong Lian would almost be angry to death if she blocked it in one breath, but facing Xuanyuan Xuantian's private version of the pillow, she really didn't dare to do anything.
I can only grit my teeth and give up.
Although her tone was rude, Ling Xiaotu still lowered her head in depression. She also wanted to know what was going on.
She's usually not picky about food, but she didn't expect that she would vomit like this after smelling fish soup before drinking it.[