She forced herself to suppress the nausea, trying once again, but it still didn't work.
This feeling was so familiar to Song Song, frighteningly familiar, could it be that she...
No way!
Xiao Jinghuai noticed her trying to bring noodles to her mouth twice without success, frowned, and asked, "Doesn't taste good?"
"N-n-no."
Song Song had practiced her cooking skills for many years, how could she possibly not tell the taste of these noodles? Even just by smelling their aroma, she knew he didn't do a bad job.
"Then what's the reason?"
"I suddenly feel full, so I don't want to eat."
Song Song knew this was a far-fetched excuse, but her mind was blank, and she couldn't think of anything else.
"Uncle, I'm suddenly feeling a bit unwell, I'm going to rest in my room first..."
Right now, she had no time to care about whether he would be angry or not, her mind was preoccupied with one thing; tomorrow, she must go to the hospital for a check-up.
