Tianxin looked at him sympathetically, handing him a cup of water and said comfortingly, "I had such a reaction, do you still dare to eat? You really are my partner in thick and thin... I'm really touched. But, Yiran brother, how much salt and sugar did you put in this porridge?"
Chen Yiran looked up at her, then took the water cup and gargled heavily before sitting up straight. He grabbed a towel to wipe his mouth and said, frowning: "I just put a spoonful of salt, not too much..."
"A spoonful... How big is the spoon? The small spoon for drinking porridge?" Tianxin looked at him incredulously.
"Um... The large one for drinking soup..." Chen Yiran pondered and answered lightly.
Holy shit!! Such a large spoon!!?
The corner of Tianxin's mouth twitched involuntarily. No wonder the porridge was so salty it tasted bitter...
"What about brown sugar?"
"A bag."
"A bag as big as a seasoning packet?"
"As big as a bag of instant noodles..."
