Just as Gu Yao was about to put the processed fish into the pot, she suddenly felt a surge of nausea and couldn't resist the urge to vomit.
By the time Zhou Mu entered, Gu Yao, who was retching by the edge of the sink, was on the verge of crying, but it was just dry heaving, and nothing came out.
"What's wrong?"
Zhou Mu was deeply concerned, gently rubbing her back with his large hand.
"I don't know what's wrong, I just feel nauseous. I've never had such a strong reaction to seafood before."
Following her own chest, the next second, she felt another wave of nausea.
"You should go out first, the kitchen smells too strongly of smoke."
Zhou Mu helped Gu Yao out, while the other two just happened to arrive and watched Gu Yao, whose face was a bit pale, without understanding why.
"It's nothing, I'm fine."
Gu Yao waved her hands, struggling to squeeze out a smile, her voice sounding weak.