Ye Fei nodded, just as she was about to explain, she suddenly heaved dryly.
The force of the dry gag made her bend over instinctively, and Ye Fei subconsciously covered her mouth with her hand.
It was just a dry heave, nothing came out.
Just uncomfortable.
"What's wrong?" Zhao Gushen quickly pulled over to the side of the road and stopped the car.
He turned to pat Ye Fei's back while saying, "Let's go to the hospital."
"Why are you suddenly gagging? Did you eat something bad at school, or are you too tired?" Zhao Gushen asked worriedly, "I noticed you didn't look well when I picked you up just now."
But he looked at the others, who also looked pale, and thought about the upcoming International Cooking Competition, figuring everyone must be busy preparing.
Zhao Gushen was aware of the rules of the International Cooking Competition.
Zhao Guoxian had already communicated them to him.
