"Nini, it's getting late. Go home and rest early. Thanks for the fish soup, my stomach feels warm,"
"Mm-hm," Nini replied contentedly and carried the empty bowl home.
As the door closed,
Lin Fan took a deep breath, dashed to the toilet, clung to it, and felt movement in his throat. The fish soup he had just drunk sprayed into the toilet.
He breathed and rubbed his stomach.
He kept gagging, a strong fishy taste lingering, his throat shallow, struggling to handle the fishiness. He had been holding back because Nini had worked hard late into the night to stew the fish soup—of course, he had to drink it properly.
Meanwhile,
Nini, feeling fully satisfied, returned home, cleaned the bowl in the kitchen, and saw there was still some fish soup left in the pot. She served herself a bowl to reward herself.
Upon tasting it…
"Oh my god…"
Splat!
Gag!
