He glanced over, and it indeed was so.
"What happened to me?"
He only remembered going to vomit before falling asleep, and then he could recall nothing else.
Bai Qingzhu wore a face of self-blame, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have made that terrible food for you, I won't do it again in the future."
Other men might want their wives to cook for them, even if the food was not tasty, but Bai Qingzhu's cooking was not just simply a matter of being unpalatable.
"It's okay, if you occasionally want to cook...
He was just being polite.
Bai Qingzhu immediately waved her hand, "I don't want to cook even once, I know I don't have much talent, and if I keep on cooking, who knows how it will turn out."
Fortunately, it was only a fever, and there were some problems with the stomach, which she could handle. If it had caused a very serious illness, that would have been inexcusable.
"Don't worry, I'll provide for you!"
His gaze was sincere and beguiling.
