Wei Liuying rested for the night and woke up early the next day. They had come to a tacit agreement to take turns for cooking and only will not do it when they truly didn't have any time. This time, it was Wei Liuying's turn in the morning.
"What did you cook?" Yang Xian asked as he walked to the dining room. His robe was still a bit messy as he was correcting the outer robe when he walked out.
"Warm porridge."
"Is there no other ingredients?"
"Your storage room is empty and only a bit of grain is left with some others."
Yang Xian rubbed his forehead. He forgot that he now had to feed two mouths. In the past, he only needed to buy for himself, so the amount he bought was no that much. Well, it just slipped his mind.
"I'll buy more ingredients later. We'll eat out for dinner tonight."
