He quickly used a porcelain bowl and filled it with chicken porridge.
Lan Xiao took a look and realized that the food was really all about color, smell, and taste.
The rice grains had been boiled until they were crystal clear and thick. The chicken had been cut into rice-sized pieces, and about one-third of it was mixed in the rice.
The meat and rice grains were mixed together, and the color was surprisingly beautiful.
There were even some vegetables in the porridge. The vegetables were also cut to the size of meat.
The color of the chicken porridge was very pleasing to the eye, and she had an appetite just by looking at it.
Lan Xiao couldn't help but purse his lips and swallow his saliva, his mouth feeling sour.
At the very least, the color of this bowl of chicken congee was enough, and it was quite fragrant.
The aroma of the chicken kept rushing towards her nose.
