Instantly arrived at the room.
At this mont, she bent over, continuously vomiting, while Ning Xin stood beside her, patting her back.
"Why is she still vomiting so severely?"
Liu i furrowed tightly, her eyes full of concern.
"Ugh!"
Lan ng’Er coughed up a mouthful of bitter water, her face slightly pale.
Even though she was an Immortal-Grade Martial Artist, her pregnancy sickness was far more unbearable than that of an average person.
After all, an Immortal-Grade Martial Artist expends a lot every day.
Ever since her morning sickness began, she has lost several pounds.
"Drink so water!"
Chen Xuan picked up the white jade porcelain cup and personally fed her.
After drinking so water, Lan ng’Er breathed a long sigh, feeling significantly better.
"Thank you, husband."
Her pale face squeezed out a slight smile.
"You’ve endured so much!"
Chen Xuan gently touched her face, then asked Ning Xin, "What do those famous doctors say?"
"There’s no way, it’s just a normal reaction, ng’Er’s body is completely normal."
She also showed a look of helplessness.
"For now, ng’Er can only eat so pastries, those made by He i."
Strangely enough, any other pastries Lan ng’Er ate, she’d vomit shortly after.
The ones she made could at least be eaten for a few bites.
But if she ate many, it wouldn’t work either.
"Then let her be on standby day and night, as soon as ng’Er wants to eat, quickly make them, give her more rewards!"
"Alright! I’ve instructed her, she’s now solely responsible for ng’Er, no need to care about other things!"
Ning Xin replied.
"Can you still drink the tonics now?"
Chen Xuan continued to ask.
"It’s alright, but I can’t drink much."
Now, to get Lan ng’Er to eat more and drink more, Ning Xin is worried and without solutions.
"If it doesn’t work, try making them into pills."
Soups have flavor, while pills would be easier to consu.
"Okay, I’ll go instruct them to do it now."
Saying this, she imdiately left the room, internally blaming herself, why didn’t she think of this.
"Let’s go, I’ll accompany you to the garden for so fresh air, it might make you feel better!"
Chen Xuan whispered.
"Alright!"
Lan ng’Er nodded with a smile.
Having him accompany her, of course, she’s happy.
Chen Xuan held her hand, and they slowly walked to Ning Garden’s garden.
Lan ng’Er took a deep breath, "It’s so fragrant here, the air in the garden is so refreshing!"
Originally feeling a bit dizzy from vomiting, she’s now feeling much better.
Moreover... she’s hungry!
"Husband, I feel a bit hungry."
Lan ng’Er lifted her head slightly, feeling a bit aggrieved.
If not for the little one in her belly, she’d rather not eat.
Her stomach was churning, it was unbearably uncomfortable.
"Alright, then I’ll have soone bring so, eat a bit and see!"
Chen Xuan looked at her with tenderness.
"Okay!"
Then instantly, his Spiritual Power located He i, communicating, "Make so pastries and bring them to the garden in Ning Garden!"
Originally resting, she imdiately replied, "Yes, Lord Xuan King."
Then went straight to the rear kitchen.
Before long!
He i arrived at the garden holding a white platter, cautiously placing it on the stone table.
"Lord Xuan King, Madam, please enjoy!"
Chen Xuan gently nodded, then picked up a piece, feeding it to Lan ng’Er, "Eat up!"
"Thank you, husband!"
Lan ng’Er bead beautifully, feeling extraordinarily happy.
Even He i, who’s serving at the side, felt slightly surprised.
The revered Dao Realm expert, Prince Xuan of Molan Mansion, actually lowering himself to personally feed her.
Truly surprising her.
After all, there are so many n who’ve had their souls searched, and she’s witnessed those n in entertainnt venues, even those with a bit of money and strength treat won as if they can summon them on a whim.
Just like Gu Huan, who, for the position of Patriarch, wouldn’t hesitate to kill without blinking an eye.
This is the normal reaction.
At this mont, Ning Xin, having made arrangents, brought tea over.
She placed it on the table, "Drink while eating, it feels more comfortable this way."
"Thank you, Sister Xin’Er!"
Lan ng’Er smiled widely with crescent eyes.
Although the morning sickness was uncomfortable, she was happy and felt blessed.
Having such a good husband, and such a wonderful sister.
She felt content.
In a short while, Lan ng’Er ate several pieces, but even though she was still hungry, she didn’t dare eat more.
Because she felt she was almost at her limit, eating more would cause vomiting.
"Rest a bit before eating more."
Chen Xuan nodded, eating a bit is better than none.
Then he looked to one side at He i, asking, "How did you make them?"
"Reporting to Lord Xuan King, I made them normally, with simple ingredients, just like how I make them at ho, nothing special."
This was no lie from her.
The pastries were made based on He i’s mory.
But indeed, so other things were added, which she certainly wasn’t going to ntion.
"Really?"
Chen Xuan murmured.
A mont later, instructing Ning Xin, "Try her thod, just use simple ingredients, see if it works."
How peculiar.
Using simple ingredients to make pastries can eat, but using good materials there isn’t even a bite taken.
His gaze shifted to Lan ng’Er’s protruding belly.
"What is this brat doing!"
"Got it, I’ll instruct the kitchen tonight."
...
Dinner.
"Ugh!"
"Ugh!"
Just after eating a few bites, Lan ng’Er began vomiting again.
Chen Xuan gently pat, feeling extrely sorry for her.
But still feeling imnsely puzzled, wasn’t it all made with simple ingredients?
Why is it that what others make doesn’t work?
And he has eaten them too, no difference between the two at all.
"Whew—"
Finished vomiting, Lan ng’Er finally felt relief.
Ning Xin helped wipe her mouth, "Then don’t eat, eat so pastries when you feel hungry later, or let have He i try making sothing else?"
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