In the puzzled gazes of Mrs. Tan and Aunt Wu, the porridge was finally made the way Gu Yi'an wanted it.
Hmm, Qiao Fei's gaze was also quite complex.
Finally, the porridge was served.
Except for Gu Yi'an, everyone else focused their eyes on Tan Jincheng.
Although everyone still talked casually, the atmosphere was noticeably different.
It could be said that Mrs. Tan, Aunt Wu, and Qiao Fei were all inconspicuously paying attention to Tan Jincheng.
Only Tan Jincheng, the person involved, stayed very calm.
He was not just generally sensitive to the taste of ginger and cilantro, but extremely sensitive. So when the porridge was just served, he already smelled it.
These two ingredients were almost like biochemical weapons to him.
However...
How could he not eat the porridge his wife had made by hand?
So, amidst everyone's surprised and even shocked gazes, after finishing one bowl of porridge, Tan Jincheng actually asked for a second bowl.
