Qin Yiyi woke up in the middle of the night, her stomach growling.
At the side, a smile flashed across Shang Jingheng's eyes. He took out a bowl of porridge as if conjuring a magic trick.
"I cooked it myself. Why don't you try it?"
Qin Yiyi's eyes instantly lit up. "That must be delicious!"
She had tasted Shang Jingheng's cooking a few times.
It was really good!
After finishing a bowl of porridge, she could not help but lick her lips and look at Shang Jingheng with eager eyes.
"Is there any more?"
"Yes, but you can only drink half a bowl."
Qin Yiyi,"..."
"Half a bowl, then half a bowl!"
In the end, after half a bowl of porridge, Qin Yiyi was so pitiful that she almost carried the empty bowl and continued to eat rice grains.
Shang Jingheng was amused and angry. He reached out and took the empty bowl from her hand.
"It's just a bowl of porridge. Is there a need to go so far?"
