Bai Zhi watched as Bai Fei held her chopsticks, peered into the pot, and then turned away in disgust.
That wasn't controlling her appetite; that was outright anorexia.
"Cousin, do you really not want to eat? The flavor is really great. Look, all these dishes you usually love are here, are you sure you won't have any?"
Bai Zhi pointed at the dishes that weren't picked yet, lamb rolls, beef, all Bai Fei's favorites.
If it were before, even if she couldn't eat, Bai Fei would have looked on with yearning eyes, but now she didn't, she even felt like vomiting with just one more glance.
Her bowl didn't have rice, let alone any dishes in it.
"How on earth did you manage to lose weight, why won't you eat at all?"
Bai Zhi frowned, stood up, and walked over to her, grabbing Bai Fei's hand and started to take her pulse.
The longer the time passed, the uglier Bai Zhi's expression became.
"How did you diet to such an extent!"
