"Bats?" Yue Feng asked, flapping his arms in imitation of wings.
"Ah, yes! But these are completely different from the bats back home! These bats feed on nectar, are extremely nutritious and delicious, and are a specialty dish here!" Afraid of Yue Feng's reaction, the waiter hurried to amend his statement with a more detailed introduction.
The more he explained, the worse it got; Yue Feng already had a mental picture.
He felt his stomach clench, and without warning, he threw up the dinner he had eaten that night. Then it was an unstoppable bout of vomiting, until he had emptied all the food from his stomach.
The waiter was stunned, thinking his reaction was a bit too much.
Hearing the commotion in the hallway, Su Cheng quickly came out of the room and saw Yue Feng vomiting so forcefully she was deeply concerned and asked, "Fengfeng, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"
