He Fangqing woke up to find the day already bright, with the rich aroma of millet porridge filling the hospital room.
"Awake, huh? You just had surgery, so you can only eat some liquid foods. This millet porridge is just right for you," Li Yifei said with a cheerful smile as he brought a bowl of millet porridge to the bedside.
"It smells so good," He Fangqing sniffed, unable to resist praising it.
"If it smells good, it means you're hungry. Come on, eat slowly, it's still hot," Li Yifei ladled a small spoonful, gently blew on it, and brought it to He Fangqing's lips.
He Fangqing took a bite and then exclaimed in surprise, "This millet porridge is so delicious, can you actually make something this tasty in the hospital?"
"Hehe, as long as it tastes good," Li Yifei said, smilingly scooping another spoonful and blowing on it with the same care.
