Auntie Wang responded cheerily, "Alright, Young Madam."
Sheng Tingyuan looked at her helplessly, "I only ate one of yours."
"I had only three left!"
Ye Chuyi stuffed the remaining two into her mouth, and after finally managing to swallow them, she asked Sheng Tingyuan, "Don't you feel anything unusual?"
Sheng Tingyuan raised his eyebrows slightly, "What kind of unusual?"
"Don't you feel uncomfortable?"
"Why would I feel uncomfortable?"
"No stomach ache?"
"None."
"No pain anywhere else?"
"What are you trying to say?"
"Nothing, I just saw you got bumped in the restaurant and wanted to make sure you weren't hurt."
Ye Chuyi stood up, picked up the plate, and went back to the kitchen. In a moment, she brought out another plate of meatballs.
They were freshly made, crisp and fragrant; Ye Chuyi wished she could take Auntie Wang to work in the hospital cafeteria, so the food would be delicious.
