When the spoon was about to reach Yao Zizhou's mouth, however, she stopped and turned to hand the congee over to Miao Ruiming. "Doctor Miao, this is made by our kitchen staff. Can you help me take a look and see if it's suitable for vegetative people? If there's anything that's not suitable, we'll quickly improve it."
Miao Ruiming took the bowl, stirred it with a spoon, and smelled it.
Yao Ziyang's hands slowly clenched. He thought that Miao Ruiming was just taking a whiff, so he certainly would not find anything wrong...
To think that Miao Ruiming would then try it in the next second!
Yao Ziyang quickly cut in, "Doctor Miao, wait a moment! My brother likes cleanliness, so the food prepared for him can only pass his lips and no one else's. I can ask the kitchen to make you another bowl. "
