"Honey, why didn't you say anything when the food was so terrible?" Chu Yan looked at Yun Hao remorsefully, her voice seemed to dwindle to the ground!
"Little Yan, what are you talking about? That was your fish soup!" Zhao Shishi said to Chu Yan.
"Shishi, the food I made was really awful, really, it even made myself so sick I cried. I feel like my stomach is still uncomfortable!" Chu Yan spoke softly to Zhao Shishi, looking aggrieved.
"Would my cooking be just as bad?" Zhao Shishi suddenly remembered her own cooking, which looked just as unappetizing as Chu Yan's!
"How could it be? The two of you make the tastiest food, really, trust me!" Yun Hao first signaled to Aunt Wu to go ahead and rest, then walked over to the two women, gently took their hands, and spoke to them warmly.
"Honey, you must be having a hard time. You ate so much of that black food; your stomach must feel awful, right? Shouldn't we go to the hospital for a check-up?"
