Marriage is exciting: Huo Shao spoils his wife as soon as possible

My son is allergic to shrimp?

But why has no one ever told her?
Her favorite food in this life is shrimp.
She thought.
The complex emotions filled his face, falling into the eyes of Huo Jinming who was closest to her, he pursed his thin lips and remained silent.

Yu Chen patted Jiang Yanwan's arm with his chubby little hands to signal her to let go: "Aunt Jiang, I'm fine."

Then she reluctantly let go, Xiao Yuchen took the opportunity to slip out, obediently sat back on the chair, pulled Jian Yao's clothes, and stared at her with big eyes like black grapes: "I have been eating since childhood." I was allergic to prawns and got a very serious illness. I stayed in the hospital for ten days before I came back, and then my grandma stopped letting me eat prawns, and my father didn’t allow anyone to put prawns on the dinner table.”

The tip of her tongue was numb, her mouth was bitter, Jian Yao smiled awkwardly, nodded her head, her face was very ugly.

"I'll pay attention in the future, son, I'm sorry."

If it was really because of her fault that her son was sent to a hospital like a ghost place for ten days and half a month, her life would be worse than death.

He raised the corner of his eyes and glanced at Huo Jinming. He looked at her with complicated expressions on his deep face, but said nothing.

"Manager, waiter!" Jiang Yanwan glanced at Huo Jinming's expression and attitude, and shouted angrily behind her.

The manager and chef Xiao Pao hurried over.

"President, madam, what orders does Miss Jiang have?" The people at this table were more careful than their ancestors, so naturally no one dared to neglect the slightest bit.

The entire hotel is closed for ten days, just to receive the president wholeheartedly.

"Why do you have shrimp here? Don't you know that the young master will be allergic to shrimp? It is strictly forbidden to put this dish on the Huo family's dinner table. How do you do it?"

Jiang Yanwan scolded sharply.

The chef and the manager were startled and nodded.

"Yes, yes, I know that the young master can't eat shrimp, so I didn't do it at first, but." His eyes drifted towards Huo Jinming and seeing Jiang Yanwan's face gradually condensed into ice, the manager's voice became smaller and smaller.

On the contrary, Sefina, who was on the side, suddenly laughed, and everyone looked at her.

"It's okay, it's okay, let's all go down."

She waved her hand, and the manager seemed to be rescued by the savior, cast a grateful look, and hurriedly led the cook out.

"President, madam, take your time, young master."

After finishing speaking, he respectfully stepped back.

"Okay, it's just a meal, there's no need to make it so exciting, Yu Chen didn't eat it in his mouth, and he didn't have any allergies, so let's just muddle along."

Jiang Yanwan looked at her and widened her eyes.

But Sefina didn't pay attention to her at all, and looked at Jian Yao with a big sister's wanton look on her face: "It's okay, let's eat."

A meal, in such a thrilling situation, she didn't know what to eat, Jian Yao was heartbroken.

All the way up the stairs, she was lack of energy and seemed like a wandering spirit.

The child was taken away by the servant to sleep, and she suddenly couldn't find a spiritual support, and she didn't know what to do with herself.

in the bedroom.

On the big bed, she was in the shape of a herringbone, lying on the bed with big thorns.

She stared blankly at the roof shed, the artistic paint on it was shining brightly under the moonlight, but she was not in the mood to appreciate this beautiful artwork.

I kept responding to Jiang Yanwan's words in my mind: Jian Yao, Yu Chen is allergic to shrimp, don't you know this?

There is also the sentence of the son: Dad will not allow shrimps to appear on the dinner table from now on.