His expression froze when he finally reacted.
She chuckled and walked to the stove side, scooping a ladle of cold water into the pot, stirring the cold water with the porridge in the pot using a rice scoop. This way, the porridge would be thinner, and she could scoop out four bowls later.
She ladled another bowl of water, took a willow twig from the corner of the stove and handed it to him, "Here."
The willow twig was left over from yesterday. There was no time to pick one today, as the creditor had already come. The twigs were picked in a bunch, and a branch could be used for one teeth-cleaning session. It didn't matter if she picked fresh ones every two or three days.
He looked at her in confusion.
"It's for you to rinse your mouth with." She was puzzled, "Didn't you rinse your mouth before?" It seemed that she never saw the second brother and third brother pick willow twigs as toothbrushes for him.
His face flushed as he said, "Yes, I did."
