During dinner, it was Liang Yuzhu who wouldn't stop talking. She and Mrs. Nangong seemed to get along very well, having a lot to chat about.
Meanwhile, Xiaonuan just quietly ate her meal.
Mrs. Nangong picked up a piece of sweet and sour ribs for her, "Xiaonuan, try the ribs I made. See if they suit your taste."
Xiaonuan quickly thanked her.
However, as soon as she picked up the food and brought it close to her mouth, the smell hit her, and she suddenly felt her stomach churn.
Her face changed, and she quickly put down her chopsticks, retching.
Mrs. Nangong's face instantly turned pale.
"Xiaonuan, are you okay?" Nangong Yaoling looked at her worriedly.
"Oh, Xiaonuan, even if you don't like the dish Auntie made, you don't have to show it so obviously, right?" Liang Yuzhu said mockingly.
Nangong Yaoling glanced at her, his eyes cold.
Liang Yuzhu quickly shut her mouth, muttering, "Well, it is…"
