You ate the fish.
It lives in the memory on your tongue.
The underlying meaning of Xia Yu's words is reminiscent of that classic line, "I ate you and became one with you, and we will never part," which suddenly delivers a psychic blow to Wei Qinglian, as if a bloody damage value popped out from above her head.
She's been emotionally distressed!
Just like watching several distressing works repeatedly, that stomach ache, that sorrow flows upstream like a river, it's hard to describe with words. Wei Qinglian's face turned pale, she covered her stomach and murmured, "I ate the kun..."
Seeing her reaction, Xia Yu was even more surprised, "I'm telling you, Imperial Chef, you really got into it too deep! Come back now! Also, can you tell me, what exactly did you taste?"
He really didn't understand the situation.
Uh.
