Xia Ye nodded.
At this moment, Gu Qichen came in, carrying a bowl of clay pot porridge in his hands.
Little Xingxing clapped her hands excitedly, "The porridge Dad Xia Ye makes is the tastiest. Little Xingxing is drooling already."
Little Xingxing was quite the little glutton.
However, due to her constitution, her diet was particularly strict.
She usually ate coarse grains.
After Gu Qichen arrived, he cooked porridge for Xia Ye to drink every day.
The smell alone was enough to make her drool uncontrollably.
But the elder had instructed that she couldn't eat refined foods.
So, they only let her taste a little bit each time.
Gu Qichen only ladled a small bowl for Xingxing.
Xingxing, though gluttonous, was very polite.
It was only after all four of them sat down at the small square dining table that she began to eat.
The chicken strip porridge that Gu Qichen simmered over a low flame for two hours was indeed extraordinary.
