"Yueyue, you've worked hard these past few days," Jiang Ying said to Ning Yue with heartache.
"It's fine. Eat something first." As she spoke, Ning Yue picked up the bowl of porridge again, scooped a spoonful, and brought it to Jiang Ying's mouth.
A smile appeared on Jiang Ying's face as he opened his mouth and ate it. "It's very sweet!"
Sweet? Ning Yue frowned. White porridge was ordinary porridge cooked with rice. She had not asked the servants to add anything. How could it be sweet?
"Is there something wrong with your taste buds?" Ning Yue looked at Jiang Ying in shock.
Jiang Ying shook his head. "It's because you fed me personally."
Ning Yue blushed. "You! You've just recovered and you're already joking like this!"
"I'm not joking. Yueyue, it's been hard on you these past few days," Jiang Ying said with heartache.
