Su Qian walked barefoot out of bed and approached to take a look.
There was only a bowl on the tray. When she lifted the lid, there was a bowl of porridge that was thicker than paste. She didn't know when it had been left there, the surface layer had dried up, and there were some wild vegetables mixed in. It was served to them before it was even heated, and it felt cold to the touch.
"Does the Tianji Sect eat this kind of pig slop every day?" Su Qian said disdainfully after taking a look.
While Su Qian might not be as much of a food enthusiast as Ye Liuguang, she still had certain standards when it came to eating. At the very least, she wouldn't touch this unappetizing stuff that was fooling people.
