For a long time, as the head of Harry's food, clothing, housing and transportation, Kalia thought that although the food she cooked was not as luxurious and delicious as the palace chef's, it should also be the kind of food that could be swallowed, and the happy expression on Harry's face when he ate the food he made every day made Caria even more convinced. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

However, this time it is also the end of it.

For the first time, Kalia felt that her cooking skills might have been reduced, whether it was unpalatable or whatever, she didn't know, she only knew that she had lost a mood called self-confidence.

For it was the first time that Harry had such an expression in her eyes, yes, it was disgusting and hard to swallow, and he left the table without even eating.

At that moment, Kalia was deeply shocked, and she was shocked by the fact that she had always believed in her cooking skills.

Perhaps, the food he used to cook was not delicious, but Harry kept eating this unpalatable food in order to sympathize with his own feelings, and Harry was such a gentle person, so it was not surprising to do so.

Silently cleaning up the uneaten meal on the table, Kalia seemed to be picking up the broken fragments of her heart.

It was also at this time that Kalia made up her mind that she needed the skills to make delicious dishes, and she would not hesitate to regain Harry's praise and smile.

Harry, who had returned to his room, had no idea of all this, and he didn't have the energy to think about it.

Because now he is struggling with physical and mental nausea, he is in agony, and he keeps rolling in bed to show his pain.

The stinky fruit is a legendary item, but just put it in his mouth, and before he could take a bite, it directly turned into that sticky and stinky liquid and slid into his throat, not giving Harry any chance to spit it out.

The indescribable stench struck Harry's soul, attacking his body, and the feeling of being so disgusting that he wanted to vomit at any moment filled his body, including his soul, as disgusting as if he had eaten that rotting corpse, and Harry felt as if his eyes were blurry as if the world was spinning.

Luckily Harry was a man of great endurance, otherwise he would have vomited out all the food he had in his stomach like a drunken man in the glorious palace corridors in front of no one's image, which did not seem like a good thing.

Barely in the mood to vomit at any time, Harry moved his body as if uncontrollably swayed back to his home, what time it was, Harry didn't know, he just knew how uncomfortable, so disgusting, so much wanted to vomit, and other than that, he was deprived of the ability to think.

The feeling of motion sickness, the feeling of nausea and fullness in his stomach, the feeling of being dizzy like a roller coaster, all of these feelings irritated Harry.

He tried drinking a large bucket of water to get rid of the feeling of nausea and fullness, but it didn't work very well, except for the increased frequency of going to the toilet.

He tried to vomit in the toilet, intending to vomit the thing that had tormented him, but Harry found that he couldn't even vomit, as if his stomach was forced to close the door, and he couldn't pour anything out, and Harry wanted to die.

He tried to get rid of this feeling with the help of sleep, which seemed like an escape, but I have to admit that it was also a good means, but he still couldn't sleep, as if he had been stimulated, he was completely sleepy, and his body and mind were fighting against that indescribable feeling.

It's not so much confrontation as which side is crushed, drowning like a tide.

Kira said that stinky fruit is not harmful, but in terms of taste, which probably means that there is no danger to life, you just need to endure it.

In response, Harry said that if he knew that it was so unpalatable, he would definitely kill him.

Harry liked the feeling of being tortured more than this tormenting nausea, he wasn't the kind of person who liked to be abused, he just really couldn't stand this new kind of pain.

If he could exchange, he would definitely choose the latter.

Unfortunately, this is only if, there are no ifs in the world, and Harry can only endure the disgusting feeling that goes deep into his soul, waiting for that long, long time to end.

After a night of tossing, the old day ends with a new dawn.

"It's really good!!"

As if to welcome the arrival of the morning light, the sound of joy resounded on the shore of the lake, a few fish jumped up from the calm water, and a few pairs of small birds rose from the woods, as if to say that you disturbed his sleep.

Staring at the dark circles under his eyes, the black-haired kidney-deficient boy got up from the sweat-soaked bed with an expression that was about to tear his eyes, he looked tired.

But he wanted to jump.

He can't wait to share this joy with the world.

He wanted to break through the wall in front of him with a punch to release his patience.

It's just that he thinks he may be making too much fuss and has to suppress these thoughts.

After a night of torture, he finally managed to endure it, and although he couldn't sleep at all, the victory was unquestionable, and he believed so.

Now, he has a lot of things to deal with, such as the fact that his stomach is making a bad sound right now.

“...... Harry, are you alright? ”

"Zhenmiao Lake (how could it be). ”

Harry vaguely replied to Kalia's worried questions, gobbling up the food that Kalia had carefully prepared.

This breakfast is the food that Calia has put all her effort into making is carefully prepared for Harry's approval, the meat and vegetables in the food are carefully selected to ensure freshness, the ingredients placed in it, and the heat are all under strict control, countless steps, Kalia has paid a lot of sweat for this.

It's not that she didn't do her best to cook Harry's food before, she was very serious about the food she made every day, and she never let up, but she was too nervous.

Originally, she didn't have much confidence in the dinner she cooked, after all, the cruel truth of yesterday was in front of her, and it was normal for her to think so, but it was false to say that she didn't have any expectations, and she also hoped that Harry would agree with the food she cooked, otherwise she would lose her qualification as a maid, she thought so.

Maybe God played a joke on Kalia yesterday, this morning Harry actually went against the norm, ate so much, and praised himself for making so much food, and he didn't think he made too little, Kalia was moved to tears, it's good that Harry didn't dislike himself.

If it weren't too real, she would have thought it was a dream.

Since Harry hadn't eaten any dinner yesterday, and had not slept all night, he was still struggling with that feeling of nausea, and of course the hunger was higher than usual, and the food was naturally different from before.