Although she did not get a clear answer, since Zhao Qingqing had returned, there would eventually be an opportunity to talk, so she let the matter go.
"Ah Yu, have you thrown up again?" Madam Liu glanced at the spit basin, "Should you try all these nutritional products? If you don't eat, your body will collapse."
"Then, should we cook some bird's nest?" Ye Muyu's stomach felt uncomfortably empty, yet she paradoxically couldn't eat.
"Lady, the hot and sour rice noodles are ready." Su Mei brought over a bowl of rice noodles.
Ye Muyu sat at the table and when she smelled the oily scent, her stomach couldn't help but churn. She endured it and took a bite.
"Uh..."
She vomited a few mouthfuls again.
Su Mei hurriedly had someone bring over mouthwash and used a handkerchief to clean her mouth.
Ye Muyu took it over herself.
Her beautiful eyebrows were already furrowed.
"Lady, are you feeling better?" Su Mei didn't expect the reaction to still be so severe.
