"Could it be morning sickness??" After Youran's mother had calmed her emotions, she said to them, "When I was pregnant, I felt the same way. The scent of some strong-smelling things made me want to vomit."
"I guess... probably..." Tang Yuran slowly shuffled back to the sofa, sat down, and rested her head against the backrest, her face the picture of misery as she said, "But I'm still so hungry..."
"Then, Mom will make you something else to eat!" Tang Yuran's mother picked up the plate of hand-grabbed pancakes, stood up, and continued, "These pancakes definitely need oil, otherwise, how about Mom makes you some boiled dumplings?"
"Okay." Tang Yuran nodded weakly.
Twenty minutes later.
Tang Yuran's mother returned to the living room, holding a plate of dumplings in her hands.
"Here, the dumplings Mom just made." Tang Yuran's mother smiled warmly at Tang Yuran and said, "There's no oil this time, so I guarantee you won't throw up again."