The kitchen was so small and empty, with practically no ingredients. It was worlds apart from her family's kitchen.
However, everything was arranged neatly and it was especially clean. It also contained all the necessary kitchen utensils; they might be of slightly poorer quality, but no one would disdain them.
There was a bowl of cold porridge on the chopping board, probably ladled out earlier for Zhao Xiaoyu to eat.
Lu An searched carefully and took out some red dates, which was the only thing she could find.
Fortunately, she had bought some fruits earlier, which she could use. Paired with the porridge, it was just passable.
Lu An poured a glass of brown sugar water for Zhao Xiaoyu. Then, she quickly peeled and diced the fruit, and peeled the red dates and removed the cores.
