Who would have guessed that as the food approached, the churning in Mu Yin's stomach grew even more intense. She quickly waved her hand, "I'm sorry, I can't eat. Please take it away for now."
"Do eat a little. You haven't had a drop of water since last night, how can your body recover if you continue this way?" the servant urged with deep concern.
"I really can't eat..." The strong smell almost made her vomit. Mu Yin quickly covered her mouth, pushing her hand away.
Thinking she was just sick and had no appetite, the servant gave up and picked up another bowl of bird's nest porridge, "Then, have some bird's nest porridge. It's lighter and might warm your stomach."
Perhaps because it wasn't as greasy, the taste of the bird's nest porridge wasn't as unpleasant. Seeing her effort, Mu Yin, not wishing to decline her kindness, forced herself to take a few bites.
Then she couldn't eat any more.
