After she left, Mo Liuxi spent a moment focusing on the aftertaste of the congee, finding it was not that bad.
He learned to cook back when he was a little boy. Mo Jin could hardly cook any tasteful congee for him.
One time when he was in primary school, he had a fever. Back then, Mo Jin made him some congee. It tasted so awful that he never forgot it all his life.
Before today, no other woman had ever made congee for him.
The taste of the congee made him feel at home.
He was pretty annoyed by An Ning, as she insisted on following him to his apartment. But now, he was thinking that maybe he should try to know more about her.
The next day, he woke up, feeling much better.
He went out of his room, into the kitchen. The kitchen was perfectly tidy. Even the kitchen waste had been taken away.
He was a little satisfied. He didn't like it when women made a mess in the kitchen without cleaning it afterward. Mo Jin always did that.
