Gu Mian didn't rush in, but stood quietly at the door, watching them.
Li Tingshen dodged without a word, "Put it down, I'm not hungry now, I'll eat later."
"Little Gu, you used to love this porridge, our family was poor, and I could only afford half a chicken each time. I cooked the rice in the well-stewed chicken broth and shredded the chicken meat by hand into thin strips. When the porridge was ready, I'd add them in and season it with a bit of salt and chopped green onion before serving. You could have two large bowls each time."
Lan Jinghao recalled the past with tears uncontrollably streaming down her face.
"Little Gu, you have no idea, watching you eat so heartily was always the happiest moment for me."
"I always thought, if only I could make soups and dishes for you for a lifetime..."
