Nan Zhi really did not know he did not like having shredded ginger in his porridge.
It was not like she hadn't put ginger in the food she cooked before. He had never said anything about it.
"When my father brought him to our house that year, he didn't eat many things. At that time I thought that fellow must have just come from the palace!" Xue'er smiled gently, took a bowl and a pair of chopsticks, and picked out every bit of shredded ginger in the porridge. "He was really picky from when he was young. Every time he ate, I was the one who picked out the food for him and he just ate it directly. Now there is finally a girl who will take care of him."
Nan Zhi glanced at Xue'er. She had a faint smile and her eyes were clear. It was really impossible to think of her as a scheming woman.
But Nan Zhi was not dumb, she could hear the hidden meaning in her words.
