The congee was ready after half an hour, and its appearance as well as its taste were just mediocre; of course, this was Si Chen's own assessment. Considering it was his first time cooking, even though it was a bit burnt, achieving this result was truly not easy and quite outstanding.
Si Chen took off the apron, then brought a bowl of congee to the bedroom and placed it on the nightstand, saying to Shi Mu, "I made some congee, have some!"
Shi Mu, who had already started to "break the fever," looked at Si Chen in surprise, "You made it?"
His eyes were a bit red; in fact, pretending to be sick had been just a hope for a bit of attention from him, so they would stop clashing all the time.
Just now, hearing the doctor say that he needed to eat something light but nutritious, he had thought Si Chen would surely go out to buy something.
But he hadn't expected that Si Chen would be so considerate as to personally cook something for him.
