Upon seeing this unusual situation.
Lu Ke immediately supported him, asking worriedly, "Deputy Zhang, what's wrong?"
"Ouch... it hurts... it hurts so much... my stomach hurts so much..."
Zhang Moqian twisted his body and wailed.
In the blink of an eye, his entire back was completely soaked.
He could hardly even sit steadily, nearly collapsing to the ground.
"Oh dear, what's going on, Deputy Zhang? You were fine when you arrived, how did just a bite of the food here turn you like this?"
Chen Fang saw this.
He exaggeratedly approached and asked.
These words frightened Zhu Qinghuan terribly.
Standing there, he was suddenly at a loss.
He had just been boasting about the food being fine.
And now it backfired.
Zhang Moqian naturally would never admit it.
He forced himself to sit up, gritted his teeth, and took a breath, saying, "It's an old problem, nothing to worry about, it'll get better soon."
