Doudou swam in circles around the basin, occasionally mischievously spitting a string of water at Hao Ren. She looked no different from usual, which dispelled most of Hao Ren's earlier tension. But after observing her carefully, he did indeed notice something was off: whenever she swam, she unconsciously tilted her body in a certain direction, and her tail wasn't as nimble as before.
After raising a mermaid for two years, Hao Ren had accumulated a huge pile of strange knowledge. What normal parents spent their free time checking whether their daughter's tail was straight? At this rate, Hao Ren figured that in another two years, he would count as half an aquatic-products expert...
"Is anything uncomfortable?" Hao Ren concernedly poked Doudou's little arm. Although the little one looked energetic, she was usually an excessively energetic child. On top of that, she was still at an age when she was vague and clueless about things, so it was hard to say whether she might overlook some minor problem with her body.
Doudou fluttered rapidly around Hao Ren's finger twice, then hugged his thumb. "My tummy was bloated, but I don't feel anything now."
Hao Ren turned and asked Elizabeth, "What did she eat this morning?"
Elizabeth rubbed her horns and tilted her head as she recalled. "My dad's newspaper, Sister Vivian's comb... Oh, and she gnawed on your desk a couple of times. Basically, it was the same stuff she usually eats."
If that diet had been given to anyone else, they would have needed emergency treatment at the hospital long ago. But after thinking it over, Hao Ren felt that the little one's diet today was actually quite healthy. At least she hadn't gnawed on the base of the desk lamp today—the thing was made of bakelite, which Little Merman