Lun Chuan was helpless—there was a lively commotion downstairs, and his mom had already been ushered into the living room to eat, probably having forgotten about her son by now.
Lun Chuan wanted to go down and lend a hand, but he made the mistake of associating with troublesome friends, and now...
He pointed at the two sitting in their chairs with pale faces: "They drank hot tea and ate Pork Lard Residue, and now they're having a bit of a stomach issue."
Seeing Song Tan's expression, Qin Yun and He Kuang nearly burst into tears!
Who would be so irresponsible?!
The Pork Lard Residue didn't even have much oil, and it was eaten hot, but they overeagerly devoured too much, drank too much, and now their stomachs were in upheaval!
Now their bellies were rumbling, that feeling of a flood-like stomach upset was faintly present, and they felt embarrassed to join the table, so they decided to wait a while.
"Stomach issue huh?" Song Tan asked with concern: "Is it severe?"
