Qiao Anhao clearly felt a little hungry, but she didn't have much appetite and was slow to eat.

The plate Zhao Meng brought was filled with things and two small white bowls were placed.

Zhao Meng sat down and placed one of the small white bowls in front of Qiao Anhao: "Jojo, just made Dongpo pork, I'll get you a portion."

"Thank you." Qiao Anhao responded, lifted the lid of the porcelain bowl. The rich meat fragrance rushed towards her. Not only did it not arouse her appetite, but it made her feel a little uncomfortable in her stomach.

The Dongpo pork in this hotel is made by a Hangzhou chef. It tastes authentic and first-class. It can be regarded as the signature dish here. Qiao Anhao has always liked it, but this time, he took the chopsticks and picked a little lean meat. He put it in his mouth and chewed it for a while, and he felt that the taste was strange, which made her feel uncomfortable, so she spit out the meat in her mouth and went directly to eat the vegetables she had taken.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Meng held something in her mouth, and her voice was vague.

"The stomach is not very comfortable." Qiao Anhao didn't eat much, but she felt that she had already hugged her. She simply put down the chopsticks in her hand, looked at Zhao Meng opposite and said, "Maybe I drank a little too much yesterday."

After dinner, when he returned to the hotel room, Qiao An was tired of lying on the bed, and fell asleep in a short while.

I don’t know if she slept too little last night, but she slept very hard this time, but she was finally woken up by Zhao Meng.

Qiao Anhao was still feeling unsatisfied. She opened her eyes with a confused look on her face and asked in a daze: "What's wrong?"

"What's wrong? You have a show to shoot in the evening. Get up and have dinner to go to the set!" Zhao Meng said, then lifted the thin blanket covered with her body.

When Qiao Anhao heard this, she subconsciously looked out the window and found that it was already dusk. Then she picked up her phone and looked at the time. It was almost six o'clock in the evening. The person suddenly woke up and hurriedly got out of bed, went to the bathroom to wash up briefly, and then went to the restaurant with Zhao Meng.

I still didn't have much appetite at night. Qiao Anhao chose it all over the place, but in the end he just chose a cold dish and a bowl of porridge, but he didn't finish it.

Zhao Meng served most of the spicy fish on the plate and ate it hot next to her.

The fresh smell of fish kept drilling into Qiao An's nose. At the end, she felt that the porridge she drank was stained with the fishy smell. Her stomach was inexplicably overturned, and she wanted to vomit.

There were many people in the crew in the restaurant. Qiao An was afraid that his spitting would affect other people's appetite and make people angry, so he quickly put down his chopsticks and made a gesture to Zhao Meng to go to the bathroom. He quickly rushed out of the restaurant and rushed into the bathroom. The feeling of vomiting disappeared inexplicably. Qiao An had to wash his hands and return to the restaurant awkwardly. But as soon as he walked to the door, he smelled the scent of the food floating in the restaurant, and his stomach began to feel uncomfortable again. Thinking that he had no appetite to eat, he sent a text message to Zhao Meng and went directly to the sofa in the lounge outside the restaurant to wait.

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There are a lot of people who need to appear in the evening. When Qiao Anhao arrived at the dressing room, Song Xiangsi and Cheng Yang were already putting on makeup.

Qiao An simply greeted them and sat on his makeup chair.
Chapter completed!