Gu Yechen walked out of the kitchen carrying a plate with the sliced omelette rolls and noticed He Xinyan, "Come and eat."
He Xinyan walked over and sat down in front of the plates of warm food. Without speaking, they began eating together, and He Xinyan had to admit that Gu Yechen was really good at cooking.
It suited her stomach very well.
However, as she ate, there was this weird and uncomfortable feeling in her throat and she was very familiar with it.
He Xinyan's body and immune system were very weak, and she would get sick around three to four times a year. Every single time, the cold began with a sore throat.
She sighed and Gu Yechen noticed her unusual behavior, "What's wrong?"
He Xinyan looked up from her bowl of rice, "Nothing. . ."
She should hurry up and eat some medicine after going home to try and prevent the cold from coming, but she knew it wouldn't work.
