Mo Liuxi paused for a few seconds, then frowned and responded with, "Of course there is a difference. An Ning's congee won't taste the same."
Yan Su blinked. He seemed to be right.
She thought for a moment, then replied saying, "It will eventually."
Mo Liuxi didn't know what to say, but lowered his head, and ate the congee silently.
He found that she was pretty good at cooking, the first time he ate her food.
"Your sister makes good congee as well." Yan Su thought he was simply into congee. "But she rarely cooks since she became pregnant."
"Em." Mo Liuxi responded absent-mindedly. "Nian Junting won't let her cook for me."
One time she peeled his shrimp for him, but after that, Nian Junting started to see him as a pain in the ass.
Yan Su agreed with him. "It's alright," she said. "You can ask An Ning to make it for you."
Mo Liuxi felt annoyed again. He focused on the congee.
