As soon as Ji Chengze approached the bathroom, he heard the heart-piercing sound of vomiting inside. An Ruixin stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom, slightly bowed, retching non-stop.

Ji Chengze's heart tightened, and he hugged An Ruixin's waist, patted her on the back and asked, "Is it hard? Let's go to the hospital."

An Ruixin shook her head, leaned back into Ji Chengze's arms, and said hoarsely, "I'm fine, I don't need to go to the hospital."

Ji's mother and others also rushed over at this time, looked at An Ruixin's pale face, was startled, and said with some distress: "Is Xinxin embarrassed?"

"Mom, I'm sorry, you specially asked Aunt Li to cook the chicken soup..."

"It's my mother's fault. I forgot that you may not be able to touch such greasy things now." Ji's mother said and hurriedly asked people to remove all the greasy things on the table.

Seeing this, An Ruixin hurriedly said: "Mom, don't be so troublesome. I'll just pick some light food and go upstairs to eat. You don't have to worry about me?"

"It's okay, there are so many dishes on the table, just remove a few dishes for everyone to eat, and there are so many dishes specially cooked for you, how can you let you go upstairs to eat alone?"

As soon as Ji's mother said this, she immediately received support from many people, and An Ruixin was both moved and helpless.

When she returned to the dining table again, all the greasy dishes on the table had been removed, and An Ruixin's condition finally got better.

An Ruixin breathed a sigh of relief, thinking of the nausea just now, she felt a little lingering in her heart.

However, she soon realized that she was reassuring too soon.

After making sure that An Ruixin didn't dislike any of the things on the table, the people at the table started scrambling to pick up dishes for her.

"Rui Xin, I asked the kitchen to stew this fish head tofu soup for you. It's not fishy at all. Try it." This is Ji's enthusiastic mother.

"This fried lettuce is not bad." This is Ji's father with a serious face.

"This mushroom and mountain vegetable is very nourishing, Rui Xin eat more." This is Grandpa Ji who is smiling like a Maitreya Buddha.

"Sister-in-law, this quail porridge nourishes the brain, eat more, my little nephew will be smart in the future." Ji Chengyi saw that everyone was bringing food to An Ruixin, and he was not far behind, and followed along to join in the fun.

An Ruixin looked at the food piled up in the bowl in the shape of a hill, and suddenly recalled that the first time she stayed at Ji's house, it seemed to be the same situation.

Ji Chengze originally wanted to pick up vegetables for An Ruixin, but before he could start, the vegetables in An Ruixin's bowl were piled up as high as a hill.

Ji Chengze frowned, and silently retracted the extended chopsticks: "Mom, Rui Xin can't eat so much."

"Of course I couldn't eat that much before, but she is not alone now, so eat more."

Ji Chengze wanted to say more, but An Ruixin had already stretched out her hand to give him a hand. After all, it was the elders' wish, and she didn't want to spoil their interest.

Ji Chengze frowned, and finally didn't say anything, but approached An Ruixin and said in a low voice: "Don't force yourself if you can't eat, I'll help you eat."

An Ruixin's eyes brightened slightly, thinking she had found a rescuer, she nodded and replied, "Yes."

However, soon An Ruixin realized how naive she was. She and Ji Chengze worked hard to eat, and the others tried their best to bring them food, until they were both full.

After finally surviving the meal, the two supported each other and prepared to go upstairs, but they heard Ji's mother shouted again: "Wait, I also asked the kitchen to prepare snacks and fruits after dinner, you can go up after eating .”

An Ruixin: "!!!"

Ji Chengze: "..."

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