Mi Shen glanced at the table, which was laid out with all her favorite dishes, saltwater shrimp, spicy fish, and a few side dishes, accompanied by kelp and pork rib soup.
They were all very much to her taste, especially the plate of saltwater shrimp and spicy fish placed right in front of her. Yet, she could only watch them, unable to lift a chopstick. She merely picked at the vegetables on the side, and the bowl of pork rib soup—she felt queasy just from the smell, let alone taking a sip.
Li Fengchang on the other end had already personally peeled nearly a plateful of shrimp and set the whole plate in front of her.
Mi Shen took one look and felt a wave of acid rise in her stomach. She covered her mouth with her hand and it took her a while to recover.
Li Fengchang was about to speak when his phone, set aside, suddenly began buzzing. He looked down, reached out, and picked up the call.
