Leng Qianxun glanced at him, got up and walked towards the dining room, and let them introduce them one by one later.

Feng Shangxie came to the dining table and looked at the dishes on the table, which were extremely exquisite.

"Who cooked the dish?" He didn't see anyone else except them.

"Me." Yan Tian brought a plate of braised pork and walked over, put it in front of him, and sat down by the way.

"You?!" Feng Shangxie looked at him with a surprised look on his face, "So you are still a chef."

"I just learned it." Yan Tian glanced at him indifferently, picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of braised pork and put it in the bowl of the little master.

"Bor, can you eat it?" It looked so pleasing to the eye. Feng Shangxie wanted to try it, but he still didn't forgive him.

"Well, it's not bad..." Leng Qianxun picked up the braised pork and ate it. The taste was really great, but then her reaction to put down her chopsticks and rush into the bathroom made the sealing Xie Ding, who was about to enter her mouth, and she didn't know whether to eat this piece of meat.

Leng Qianxun's stomach was churning and he vomited continuously. The piece of meat was obviously delicious, but when she smelled the greasy smell, she felt nauseous.

This vomiting made her vomit all the things she ate yesterday, and she was sweating profusely.

"What's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Feng Shangxie saw that she had been vomiting so hard, so he finally put down his chopsticks and walked in from the dining table.

"It's okay, I just feel nauseous and don't want to eat. I'm sorry, it hurts you..."

"I've vomited like this, and I'm still saying it's okay. Yantian, have you poisoned the flesh?" Feng Shangxie couldn't help but mutter.

"Then you eat a piece for me." Yan Tian walked over from outside, glared at Feng Shangxie in anger, and then helped him help the little master to the sofa.

"Let me see, what's wrong?" The great god and Xiao Zuo cleaned the kitchen before coming out. They now have a clear division of labor, so everyone has a job on hand.

The great god saw that the little master was pale, his whole body was weak, and his face was covered with sweat.

"Get a wet towel to help the little master wipe the sweat."

"I'll do it." Xiao Zuo immediately responded and went back to the bathroom to bring a wet towel.

Feng Shangxie took the wet towel and wiped her forehead. He looked at the master with a nervous look on his face. Unexpectedly, the people here were full of talents and all industries were available.

The great god took the little master's pulse, frowned and flew, making it difficult for the people around him to understand.

"What's wrong?" Yan Tian couldn't stand his appearance and urged him for a moment.

"I'm not sure yet." The great god was a little embarrassed. This pulse looked like a happy pulse, but he was stronger than other fetal pulses, so he confused him.

It is not a happy pulse, but it is also like it; it is a happy pulse, and it is only after seeing the little master, but the fetal heart inside has already jumped like a normal person. This is not scientific.

"Mens doctor, do you understand?" Feng Shangxie's heart was also hung by him like this.

The great god gave Feng Shangxie a blank look and called back, "My master, do you mind if I put my hand on your stomach."

"Uh..." Leng Qianxun widened his eyes, and when she reacted, she looked frightened, wouldn't it? Could it be...

At this time, the great god had already regarded the silence of the little master as his default, put his hand on her abdomen, and indeed felt the existence of life, and more than one. So that's it, no wonder the pulse was so powerful that it scared him.
Chapter completed!