"Miss, are you feeling better?" the servant asked her.
Long Xingkui nodded to the servant and said gently, "I'm fine, I just ate too much at Brother Xiliang's place, that's why I threw up."
"Oh dear, Miss, you really... If you like to eat what Seventh Master makes, you can't eat too much at once; your stomach can't handle it," the servant expressed concern for her.
Long Xingkui had a faint smile on her lips: "I might never get to eat Brother Xiliang's cooking and desserts again, I ate too much this time, didn't expect to throw it all up, what a pity..."
At first, the servant didn't quite understand the meaning in Long Xingkui's words. After leaving the Seventh Son Island today, she threw up on the boat—could it have something to do with the Seventh Son Island?
Last night, although the servants hadn't witnessed Long Xiliang's birthday banquet firsthand, every detail of the occasion had been exaggerated and spread to every corner of Rhode Island.
