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... and her reaction increased. Now she can't smell the fishy smell at all, and she retches when she eats it.

So she doesn't buy seafood now, Zong Shao has less rest, and she cooks most of the rice. If she steams seafood at home, she can vomit from cooking to finishing.

Even if she went to a state-run restaurant to make a meal, she had to cover her nose. The lunch box was separated from Zong Shao and the children. She would eat chicken, fish, pork, and eggs if she had it.

Mingm ...

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