"How is it?" Qinghe asked with twinkling eyes.
"It's even better than last time," Weisheng Yueren found a moment to respond.
Qinghe gave him a sideways glance, "Hmph, you had already recovered by that time, didn't you? Pretending to be foolish to deceive me." It was clearly meant as a retrospective accusation.
Weisheng Yueren quickly protested his innocence, "Back then, I myself was sometimes lucid and sometimes confused. How could I possibly pretend to be foolish to deceive you?"
"Just eat your porridge, it'll get cold soon." Talk is just talk, but why put down the bowl? Now that the weather's cooled, the food cools down quickly too. Qinghe hadn't even noticed that she was already showing tendencies of becoming a housekeeper.
Weisheng Yueren indeed savored it as if it were nectar, thoroughly enjoying it and obediently continued to drink.
