When he invited her in, she didn't refuse, nor did she have the heart to appreciate the decoration and interest in each room. She just glanced at the time and said, "It's already three o'clock, and you haven't eaten anything since morning. I'll cook something for you."
When Xian Yijun heard that she wanted to cook for him, the hand he was using to hang up her coat paused for a moment, and he turned to face her.
Wei Zhijuan didn't explain anything, she just went into the kitchen. Looking at some ingredients in the fridge, she said, "Do you have millet? For now, to take care of your stomach, you can only eat millet congee. For the next few years, it's better to use only millet as your main ingredient. Since your gastritis is bad, you can't eat anything too stimulating."
