"Huh? Okay, I'll go right away."
After the cook finished preparing the fish, Qin Youxue finally came out of the bathroom. Her face still looked unwell, and after vomiting once, she felt a slight pain in her lower abdomen; she wasn't sure what was wrong.
"Miss Qin, dinner's ready!"
The cook had finished making dinner and called her to eat.
She had been sent by the Mo Family on Mo Jiashuo's orders to take good care of her.
Qin Youxue looked at the chicken soup and braised pork on the table, her throat tightening, nearly causing her to throw up again.
She set down her chopsticks, her face pale, and said, "I'll rest for a bit."
"Miss Qin, aren't you going to have dinner?"
The cook watched her with worry. "Or is the food not to your taste?"
"No." Qin Youxue hesitated for a moment before saying, "In the future, make the food a bit lighter."
"You've just been discharged from the hospital, so I wanted to make something good to nourish you."
