Fu Shiyan was speechless.
Chi Wei ignored him.
After pouring Fu Shiyan a cup of hot water, she went to the kitchen and unskillfully scooped a bowl of porridge. She handed it to Fu Shiyan with a calm expression, as if there was nothing wrong with it.
"Drink it."
Fu Shiyan coughed softly, lowered his eyes and stood rooted to the ground in shock.
The porridge in front of him, no, this shouldn't be called porridge. Perhaps the person who made it put in too little rice and too much water, only a few pitiful grains of rice floated. Those who didn't know better would think that the poor couldn't afford to eat, so they could only sprinkle a small handful to taste it.
Seeing that Fu Shiyan was silent, Chi Wei glanced at the porridge and felt a little awkward.
But it was not a big problem.
An elder's smile appeared and Chi Wei patted Fu Shiyan's shoulder. "" It's my first time trying it, so I'm not very familiar with it. "
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