The next day, after Shen Xinglan had cleaned up, she was pulled over and sat down in a chair where a well-paid stylist began to do her makeup.
"Eat something first." Huo Shiyan came in with a bowl, filled with the seafood porridge he had cooked that morning.
"You can leave it there, I'll eat it later." Shen Xinglan smiled. Had it been in the past, she might not have been interested. But now that they were in love, she was looking forward to things like taking wedding photos.
"Eat first, no hurry." Huo Shiyan sat down and started spoon-feeding her the seafood porridge.
Shen Xinglan unwillingly opened her mouth. The seafood porridge was smooth and scrumptious, filled with the taste of the sea.
Shen Xinglan's eyes brightened, and as she looked at the bowl in Huo Shiyan's hand, she said with a smile, "That's delicious."
