"You put salt in it?" Fu Sinian put down his spoon and looked at Shi Qian with a dark expression.
"I put a little in. You can't even eat salt? I thought that the porridge had no taste, so I added a little to mix it," Shi Qian explained softly.
She also knew that the porridge tasted nothing!
"Do you eat porridge like this?" he asked solemnly.
"No, my mother says porridge is the least nutritious and it hurts the stomach so I never eat it."
Fu Sinian choked.
He looked at Shi Qian. Shouldn't she still ask him to eat with her?
She was alone and had four dishes!
Could she finish them?
Shi Qian stood up and picked up the bowl in front of him. "Young Master Fu, there's still porridge in the pot. I didn't put anything in it. I'll fill another bowl for you."
Fu Sinian was speechless.
Shi Qian walked to the kitchen and refilled Fu Sinian's bowl.
