He stirred the pot with a spoon, and the fragrance of the porridge gradually seeped out. It was much more fragrant than the porridge he usually made with milk.
He didn't seem to be in a hurry. He only stopped cooking after an hour.
By the time the porridge was served, it was already mushy.
Wang Cai couldn't help but swallow.
Naturally, he wasn't given any of the porridge that Su Shenfan made.
There were only two people in this world who had eaten his food. One was Dog Two, and the other was Bu Yaolian, who was about to eat it.
Su Shenfan carried the porridge out. He saw the old lady sitting contentedly by the bed to keep watch.
He walked over and helped Bu Yaolian up. He touched her forehead to check her temperature. She had almost recovered.
Relieved, he gently patted Bu Yaolian's cheek. "Lian'er, wake up and eat something."
