Bai Qingzhu seemed to understand something, "You couldn't possibly be allergic to binglang."
"That's nonsense, hurry up and give it to me, don't eat it all yourself."
Of course, Bai Qingzhu couldn't let him eat it, as a doctor, she certainly knew the harm that eating something you're allergic to could bring.
"I'll go get you some medicine."
She took the binglang and left, who knew he was actually allergic to it.
As a doctor, Bai Qingzhu had never been this flustered, usually she would be reading in the room, but now Bai Yumiao came out and asked,
"Mommy, what's wrong?"
"Nothing, your daddy seems to have an allergy to binglang."
As soon as she said this, Bai Yumiao got angry, "Mommy, what exactly is going on? You know I can't eat binglang, why would you give it to daddy?"
Bai Qingzhu stood there, stunned.
Right, binglang may not be good in large amounts, but eating a little can be stimulating, and Bai Qingzhu occasionally bought some to keep at home.
