Nan Mufeng stared at her, his eyes filled with too many emotions: "Is your stomach not well?"
"Yes." Jian Xi nodded, "I pushed myself too hard in the early years, didn't know how to take care of it, ruined my stomach."
No stretch marks, seafood allergy, bad stomach... Three differences already. Next, what else awaits him?
Nan Mufeng felt increasingly uncertain.
Tomorrow…
He suddenly felt weak all over, with an impulse not to face tomorrow.
"Mommy, drink more!" Little Pumpkin obediently pushed the first bowl of corn soup carefully in front of Jian Xi.
Jian Xi felt warm inside: "Okay! Thank you, Little Pumpkin!"
"Hehe..." Little Pumpkin laughed happily.
Soon, the dishes were served. The food was simple, all fresh vegetables of the season, but prepared very delicately. Jian Xi took a bite and praised: "Not bad! I've never had such delicious Chinese food."
"What did you eat abroad?"
"Mostly Western food."
"Why?"
"Because my mom likes it," Jian Xi said.
