Li Qiao smiled with her eyes curved, picking up the fruit from the table and eating it.
Children are greedy for sweets and can't resist the temptation, their attention drawn away from their books, joining Li Qiao in eating.
Old Mrs. Qin asked, "We've stewed some chicken feet in the kitchen, want some?"
Li Qiao responded, "Sure."
"I'll bring them to you."
"Let's eat outside, it smells inside the house," Li Qiao said, heading out first, with the child hopping off the chair to follow.
Old Mrs. Qin dished out the chicken feet.
After one bite, Li Qiao felt an urge to vomit without knowing why, gagging once.
Gag~
Old Mrs. Qin anxiously asked, "What's wrong? Too greasy? It tasted fine when I tried it earlier."
Qin Baby said, "The taste is good for me too."
Li Qiao said, "Maybe these past few days, investigating cases and being smoked by the smell of blood, seeing the meat, I feel queasy."
Old Mrs. Qin suggested, "You rest, I'll read with the child later."
