"Xingxing." Mrs. Ye said earnestly, "I made you some chicken soup, this is personally stewed by me! The chicken was brought from our home and stewed at your aunt's place. Have a little."
"No need..." Ye Fanxing refused, but Mrs. Ye had already served the chicken soup without regard to her wishes, and the greasy smell made the nauseating feeling surge back up immediately.
Ye Fanxing turned over and vomited right out.
Sun Qing patted Ye Fanxing's shoulder from the side, "Xingxing, are you alright?"
Mrs. Ye watched and said, "It's normal to vomit a bit when you're newly pregnant. When I was pregnant with you and Zichen, I vomited even more severely and it was fine! Look at you, running off to stay in the hospital."
"..." Ye Fanxing suspected that her mother had come just to make her more upset.
Sun Qing glanced at Mrs. Ye, "Stop talking."
Sigh, having Mrs. Ye as a teammate was a helpless situation for Sun Qing too.