"Hmm, delicious," An Yiqing opened her little mouth for a taste and her eyes lit up. This was the taste of her mother's cooking.
She wiggled her small nose, sniffing the aroma of the porridge carefully. Then, she slowly furrowed her brows.
"What's wrong? Is there something off with the taste of the porridge?" Kong Shi asked, somewhat concerned. Could it be her cooking skills were lacking?
"No, it's not that," An Yiqing shook her head, using her nose to sniff again, "I just feel like there's some strange scent." She looked around the room, puzzled. Why hadn't she noticed it before and only after Kong Shi brought in the porridge?
An Yiqing's eyes drifted slowly around the room. This was the bedroom of Kong Shi and An Zisheng, the room clean and neat, decorated mainly in white. Kong Shi was a woman who liked tranquility, and An Zisheng was a man of talent, so their bedroom was filled with many books and plants.
