MMB Chapter 301 Pregnancy reactions are torturous, Lin Zhou develops [Anti-nausea Miracle Meal]
Chapter 301 Pregnancy reactions are torturous, Lin Zhou develops [Anti-nausea Miracle Meal]
Lin Zhou gracefully closed the heavy French windows, completely shutting out the last vestiges of the chill of the late night in Xishan. Inside the Xishan Fortress, soft, warm yellow light slanted across the expensive Persian carpets, and a faint, calming fragrance filled the air, creating a cozy yet strangely tense atmosphere of tranquility.
"Honey, are you feeling better?" Lin Zhou turned around and asked gently.
Su Qingge leaned back on the sofa, her face appearing pale and translucent under the light. She weakly shook her head, as if some brute force had drained her of the strength to speak. Her once aloof and ethereal aura was now largely diminished by the tormenting symptoms of early pregnancy.
"I still feel nauseous... It feels like there's a tangled mess of hemp threads twisting inside my stomach." Su Qingge frowned, her voice hoarse and heartbreaking.
Lin Zhou walked over with a pained expression and took her slightly cold hand in his palm. He appeared calm on the surface, but in reality, the system's alarm bells were ringing wildly in his mind.
"System, give me a full-body scan immediately! Why is Qingge's reaction so intense?" Lin Zhou asked coldly in his mind.
[Ding! System scanning in progress... Scan complete.]
[Test Results: Although the mother's constitution has been systematically strengthened, the second embryo is currently in a resonance period after the energy balance of the 'original code,' and the mother's nerve endings are sensitive.]
In short, due to the host's previously exceptionally strong physique, this little guy possesses an overbearing vitality and is frantically absorbing nutrients.
"I knew it. This little brat has already learned to torment his mother even before he was born." Lin Zhou gritted his teeth, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.
early morning.
Before the first rays of sunlight could illuminate the dense forest of the Western Hills, the sound of Su Qingge violently vomiting came from the bathroom. The noise, as if she were about to vomit up her internal organs, startled Lin Zhou, instantly waking him from his half-asleep state.
"Ugh..." Su Qingge leaned against the marble sink, tears welling up in her eyes from extreme dehydration.
Lin Zhou rushed in and expertly handed over warm water and a warm towel. Looking at Su Qingge's haggard face, he was overwhelmed with self-reproach.
"This can't go on, Qingge. You've barely eaten anything these past few days." Lin Zhou clenched his fist.
"I really... can't eat anything. I feel like throwing up just from the smell of the kitchen." Su Qingge leaned weakly against Lin Zhou, her forehead soaked with cold sweat.
Lin Zhou took a deep breath, his gaze gradually becoming profound and focused. He calmly settled Su Qingge in, then turned around and strode towards the kitchen, which was usually managed by a top-notch team of chefs.
"Old Chen, have the entire culinary team evacuate. There must be no greasy smell within a 50-meter radius," Lin Zhou coldly ordered the butler guarding the door.
"But young master, what about the madam's nutrition..." Old Chen rubbed his hands nervously.
"I'll do it myself. No one is allowed to come in without my permission." Lin Zhou neatly tied on a pure black apron. His posture didn't look like he was preparing breakfast, but rather like he was developing some kind of biological weapon in a laboratory that could change the world.
[Ding! Host's protective instincts towards his wife have been detected to be off the charts. God-level culinary skills have been automatically adjusted to 'Peak of Pregnancy and Childbirth' mode!]
The postpartum recovery preparation medicine has been extracted. Please mix it into your food at a ratio of 1:1000.
Lin Zhou stood in front of the large kitchen counter, his eyes instantly becoming as sharp as a hawk's. The kitchen knife, forged from meteorite iron, twirled deftly in his hand, followed by a series of fine, rhythmic tapping sounds on the cutting board.
"Da da da da da..."
The blade blurred into a blurry afterimage. Under Lin Zhou's terrifying micro-management skills, the fresh organic pears and top-grade bird's nest were precisely sliced into even, almost transparent thin slices.
The thickness of each piece is abnormally maintained at 0.3 millimeters.
"The water temperature must be precisely controlled at 86.5 degrees Celsius. This is the optimal critical point for stimulating the fluctuations of the potion's spiritual energy," Lin Zhou murmured, his eyes fixed on the temperature controller displayed on the microcomputer.
He retrieved the pale purple potion, which emitted a faint orchid fragrance, from his system space and carefully dripped it into the pot. In that instant, no strong aroma filled the kitchen; instead, a fresh, invigorating scent of dew filled the air.
The scent seemed to possess a magical penetrating power, passing directly through the heavy wooden door, across the living room, and finally reaching Su Qingge's nose in the bedroom.
"What...what does this smell?" Su Qingge's originally muddled mind was suddenly refreshed and cool the moment she smelled this scent.
The intense urge to vomit that had been building up seemed to have encountered its natural enemy, strangely dissipating by more than half. She instinctively stood up and, following the enticing aroma, slowly walked to the kitchen doorway.
Lin Zhou was intently stirring the soup in the porcelain bowl. His movements were slow and deliberate, each stirring motion seemingly calculated.
"Lin Zhou?" Su Qingge called out in surprise.
Lin Zhou turned around, a few tiny beads of sweat clinging to his forehead. He gave a lazy yet warm smile, picked up the crystal-clear porcelain bowl, and walked over.
"A miraculous meal to stop nausea, Lin's exclusive secret recipe. Wife, would you do me the honor of trying a bite?" Lin Zhou teased with a smile.
Su Qingge looked at the bowl of soup; its color was as clear as morning dew, sprinkled with finely chopped green plums. She took a sip, and the perfectly balanced sweet and sour, smooth and jade-like taste instantly enveloped her taste buds.
A rich spiritual energy flowed down her throat, soothing her agitated nerve endings. Su Qingge's previously somewhat dull peach blossom eyes instantly lit up with a stunning light.
"This...this really doesn't feel disgusting anymore! And, I feel so hungry." Su Qingge looked at the porcelain bowl with some disbelief.
"It's good that he's hungry. This little guy has absorbed so much nutrition, if you don't replenish it, I'm afraid I'll hold a grudge against him before he's even born." Lin Zhou gently wiped the soup from the corner of her mouth.
Su Qingge gulped down the soup, and her previously listless complexion visibly regained its rosy hue. She leaned against Lin Zhou's broad, strong embrace again, listening to his steady heartbeat, and an overwhelming sense of security welled up within her.
"Lin Zhou, this feeling of being spoiled like a cripple by you isn't so bad." Su Qingge winked playfully.
"This is nothing! Your job now is to be beautiful and give Nuonuo a decent playmate." Lin Zhou laughed and casually pulled up an outrageous parenting plan from the system.
As her physical functions rapidly recovered, Su Qingge's brain circuits became more agile. Staring into Lin Zhou's deep pupils, her previously docile expression suddenly turned somewhat playful.
"Lin Zhou, I suddenly feel that although this soup is delicious, it's just missing a bit of the 'firework' flavor."
Lin Zhou was stunned for a moment, somewhat confused: "Then what else do you want to eat? As long as it's available on Earth, I'll go to space to pick it for you."
Su Qingge pouted capriciously, pointed to the city area not far from the window, and said something surprising.
"I want to eat hot pot, the really spicy kind. It has to be the kind with a strong, rich beef tallow flavor, so spicy it'll make your soul leave your body. And... I want to eat it right now, immediately, right away."
Lin Zhou's smile froze on his face, and his eyes became interesting.
"Qingge, are you serious? You were just throwing up like you were going to rip your lungs out, and now you want to eat super spicy hot pot?"
"Yes, I want to eat it. Mr. Family Member, can't you do that?" Su Qingge raised her eyebrows coquettishly.
Looking at her lively appearance, Lin Zhou felt a surge of protectiveness and doting affection burning within him once again.
"Can't do it? In Lin Zhou's dictionary, there is no such word as 'can't do it'."
"Old Chen! Get me the phone numbers of all the hot pot restaurant managers in Beijing! No... that seems too slow."
Lin Zhou stared at Su Qingge with burning eyes.
"Honey, since you want to eat this, let's take this a little further."