The Braised Pork Trotters, though tender and chewy, were bitterly flavored, as if chewing on Chinese goldthread.
She pursed her lips, swallowed the pork trotters in her mouth, and finished the dish with a smile on her face.
After tasting a few bites of the other dishes, she frowned slightly, covered her stomach with her hand, and then her face suddenly scrunched up in pain, unable to hold back a cry of pain, "Ah—!"
Her appearance immediately caught the attention of the others. Feng Huihui was sitting right beside her and immediately put down her chopsticks, stood up, and supported her, "Mother, what's wrong?!"
"My stomach, my stomach is cramping..." Yao Xian clutched her stomach, her face contorted in agony, weakly leaning on Feng Huihui as beads of sweat formed on her forehead.
Seeing this, Yang Hao also quickly stood up, "Quick, summon the Imperial Doctor!"