Millet congee was suggested by Yu Gangan the previous day. She had told them that if the old man managed to stomach the rice soup, then he could have some millet congee after. Millet congee was very nourishing for the stomach.
Jiang Qi had woken up very early that morning. So when she heard that Elder Jiang drank the rice soup last night, she immediately made a pot of millet congee.
Just as Yu Gangan finished breakfast, Jiang Qi scurried lightly downstairs holding a bowl.
As soon as she saw Yu Gangan, she immediately ran over with a smile. She first greeted Fang Zhihan softly, she then showed the empty bowl in her hands to Yu Gangan, "My grandfather finished an entire bowl of millet congee."
After the millet congee settled in his stomach, Elder Jiang sighed with satisfaction and said that it was the first time congee tasted like happiness. At that moment, Jiang Qi was so happy, she began to shed tears.
