A Lu Ge thought Xu Xiang was hungry, so he said, "When my eldest brother comes back, I will take you to get your dinner."
Xu Xiang raised her eyebrows at him. Knowing that he had misunderstood, but she just nodded. It doesn't matter if the little boy is misunderstood, because her real goal was to inspect the food and water, not to eat dinner.
There was a sudden silence in the tent, and both of them stood in place, waiting for A Lu Da to come back. Fortunately, after a short wait, A Lu Da came back with a tray. Seeing him walk in, Xu Xiang's attention fell on the tray in his hand.
She stepped aside and let A Lu Da sit by the bed. Looking at the brown-red bowl of soup in his hand, she asked, "What is that?"
"This is porridge." A Lu Da replied while feeding his father.
"Porridge? What kind of porridge?" She asked again.
Hearing her question, A Lu Ge looked at her in surprise and asked, "You don't know what kind of porridge this is?"
