"Coming." Gu Chengrui immediately put the chicken soup aside and helped her brush her teeth and wash her face in the bathroom.
After washing up, perhaps because the day had started, Zhou Ying felt she had finally recovered. She turned her head and asked, "Did you cook?"
"Yeah. I made millet and red bean porridge, mixed it with two side dishes, and fried two poached eggs." Gu Chengrui pointed at the black-bone chicken soup and added, "Oh right, you should drink the black-bone chicken soup while I'll serve the rice."
After he left, Zhou Ying sat at the head of the bed and drank the chicken soup. The thick chicken soup was without a trace of oil, and she felt the warmth in her stomach.
She lowered her head and drank it spoonful by spoonful.
After she finished drinking, she walked out slowly with the bowl in her hand and saw that Gu Chengrui had just finished setting up breakfast.
After breakfast, the two packed up and left the interspace.
