Lu Weixi covered her mouth, endured for a long while, but the bite of the meat-filled glutinous rice ball still lingered in her mouth. It was intended to be fragrant and delightfully chewy, but all she could smell was an overpowering and unbearable stench of raw meat, accompanied by a greasy, nauseating odor.
At the Qin family dinner table, it was usually silent, with no talking during meals or chatting in bed. With a large group of people dining, it would indeed be unsightly if she felt the urge to vomit. Lu Weixi kept her head down, her palm shielding her face, as she forced herself to swallow the portion in her mouth. However, to her dismay, the sensation of nausea did not cease as the food slid through her esophagus to her stomach, but instead seemed to rush up her trachea to her forehead, causing a moment when everything before her eyes went dark.