"Don't eat those dirty things, or you'll get a stomachache."
Su Qingyu could now understand why Shuangxi reacted so strongly when she ate sushi.
Shuangxi opened his dark mouth and pointed: "I'm hungry."
Su Qingyu turned on the tablet, clicked on the "Mingbao" shopping app, found the column of weird food, clicked on it, and saw all kinds of bloody food made from broken arms and limbs.
"Here, what do you want to eat? It's my treat."
Shuangxi's mouth was watering as she looked at the delicious food on the tablet. She stretched out her pale fingers and pointed at some with her sharp nails.
Su Qingyu placed the order without even looking carefully at what she was ordering.
The food appeared along with the white mist, and the strong smell of blood made Su Qingyu choke and unable to breathe.
Su Qingyu left the bedroom and let Shuangxi eat quietly inside.
My younger brother has stopped playing with the ball. He stands on a small stool and sticks his head out of the window.
"Bang!"
There was another loud crash outside the window.
Mom came out with a big iron pot on the induction cooker, with red and white soup stewing in it.
“My dear daughter, you have an exam the day after tomorrow.
Mom made a special soup for you to nourish your body.
You must eat it, or your mother will be angry."
Su Qingyu looked at the scalp with black hair and the floating palm in the pot, and her stomach churned.
Clear the dungeon and test your acting skills.
Even though Su Qingyu's stomach twitched because of the soup, she still said with regret and humility: "Mom, my brother should nourish his body.
Let your brother eat more so that he can grow taller."
During this period, no matter how her mother threatened or tempted her, Su Qingyu refused to touch the pot of soup.
"You are such a naughty child!"
Mom slammed her fist on the table.
Su Qingyu wanted to comfort her mother, but her mother looked at her fiercely and put the iron spoon full of soup to her mouth.
Dad scooped a spoonful of soup from the pot. He rarely spoke up for Su Qingyu: "If the child doesn't want to eat, don't force her."
Hearing this, my mother covered her eyes and started crying.
Blood oozed from my mother's fingers.
"But if my daughter eats health food all the time, she will get sick."
Su Qingyu waved her hand and assured: "Mom, I won't get sick."
"So, what did you see in the soup?"
Su Qingyu's dark eyes turned quickly: "Of course it's delicious soup and fresh meat."
“Really?” Mom wiped away her tears, “But I went to visit grandma today and asked the doctor about your picky eating.
The doctor said that you become a picky eater because you eat healthy food.
You think the food your mother cooks is inedible."
The book "Horror Coming" mentioned that there can be a slight influence between copies.
In particular, higher difficulty copies will affect lower difficulty copies.
Su Qingyu held her face in her hands: "Yes, I love my mother the most."
"Mom loves you, too."
Su Qingyu lowered her head, poked the soybean paste rice with her chopsticks, and then casually mentioned: "Mom and Dad love me so much. If I leave home, will they worry about me?"
The air stopped for a moment.