Liang Jing searched the kitchen for a long time, but she could only find ingredients like noodles and eggs. In desperation, she could only cook some plain porridge for Zhou Zimo.
Just as she put the rice into the pot, the man at home called. Liang Jing quickly picked up
"Hello? Old Zhou? I'm not going back today. I'm at our son's place, Huh? Yes, he's at home, but he has a high fever. He hasn't eaten anything at the moment and I'm cooking some plain porridge for him. There aren't any ingredients left. How can the supermarket still open at this hour? You should sleep first. There's no need to wait for me... are you going to leave in the morning? When will you be back? Didn't the military exercise just take place in May? Why are there so many things happening in your military district? Alright, come over then. See if there's anything else in the fridge at home. Pick some light dishes and bring them over."
