"Coughs…" Zhao Youlin was eating a meatball when she heard Duan Yarong's words. The meatball slipped into her throat, and she choked.
"Mommy…" Joy widened his eyes and looked helpless.
Duan Yarong was shocked when she saw this. She hurriedly served Zhao Youlin a bowl of soup.
Zhao Youlin quickly took it from her and poured the soup into her mouth to force the meatball down her stomach.
"It's fine, it's fine... I choked, and I swallowed it." Zhao Youlin looked up and saw everyone at the table standing. They looked at her worriedly. She waved her hand to indicate that she was fine.
After speaking to them, Zhao Youlin turned around and looked at Joy. As expected, Joy was looking at her with teary eyes, a pitiful look as if he was about to cry.
Zhao Youlin let out a bark of laughter. She leaned close to him and gave a peck on his cheek. She caressed his head and comforted him, "I'm fine, Joy. Let's continue to eat."
