Liu Bai didn't know the sharp alarm in Gu Qinghe's mind. He only knew that it was after she vomited after drinking the bowl of porridge that she cried sadly.

So he didn't want to drink the porridge, nor did he want to vomit in front of her.

If you don't eat, you won't feel like vomiting...

Liu Bai thought gloomily.

Even though his stomach and abdomen were growling, he remained unmoved.

[Alert! Alert! The target person's appetite is decreasing significantly, and has fallen to the lowest value of -100! Please take action as soon as possible! ]

"Liubai?" Gu Qinghe softly called out to the boy in front of him who was sweating and had a cold face, "Do you want to eat something?"

“I don’t want to.” Liu Bai suppressed the nausea that was welling up in his head, and said gloomily, “Also, my name is not Liu Bai, don’t call me that.”

For the first time, Gu Qinghe intuitively felt his indifference and fell silent for a moment.

Suddenly, a loud "gurgling" sound was heard in the house, breaking the gradually cooling atmosphere between the two.

The blank ear suddenly turned red where Gu Qinghe couldn't see.

Gu Qinghe noticed his discomfort, turned around to pick up the bowl, and silently said in his heart, "Use 'Glutinous Tears'". A droplet-shaped object flew into Liubai's mouth from the void, and Liubai immediately lost the ability to perceive any smell around him.

He knew that she had a secret.

But he didn't want her to do that.

Seeing her coming over with the bowl, the hideous bearded face in his memory appeared before his eyes again. The nausea that he had just suppressed surged up all at once. He could no longer hold back and bent over to vomit.

He couldn't vomit anything, and could only dry heave. His internal organs felt as if they were being torn apart and the pain was unbearable. On the chilly October day, his forehead gradually broke out in cold sweat.

Gu Qinghe didn't know that the "glutinous tears" had lost their effectiveness. Seeing him vomiting again, she frowned slightly, looking quite puzzled: "If you can't smell it, you won't feel like vomiting, right?"

Liu Bai didn't want her to see his miserable state, so he turned his head and said coldly, "Stay away from me!"

Gu Qinghe stopped immediately and no longer approached him.

I asked him about the meal, and he said he didn't want to eat, so let's not save her. Anyway, she had no worries in her past life, so it doesn't matter whether she's alive or dead.

She put the bowl back on the table, turned and left the house, ready to make good use of the last hour or so to spend time with Aunt Gu and her family.

After all, I've caused them a lot of trouble during these days, and I've developed some feelings for them.

Just as she walked out of the house, the rice ball that was forcibly sent back spoke up: "Honey, I just negotiated with their leader. If you feed him one more mouthful of rice, you will gain a week of life, plus a copy of the Chinese yam, chestnut and jujube chicken recipe that you were looking for earlier."

Gu Qinghe paused as he stepped out of the house.

Chicken with Chinese yam, chestnut and jujube 1 is the recipe she wanted to shoot before traveling through time. Local netizens said that this recipe is good for the stomach and few people cook it now, so they hope she can shoot and record it so that more people can know about it.

She listened, then went, and then hung up...

Gu Qinghe felt that this rice ball was born to control her. Thinking of this, she turned around and said to it while walking back, "His illness has become more serious, and he doesn't want to eat."

As a qualified spirit, Nuomi Tuanzi was not only sensitive to Gu Qinghe's emotions, but also to Liu Bai: "Dear, the reason why he couldn't eat was not only because of his own psychological problems, but also because he was afraid that you would dislike him."

"How could I dislike him?"

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