"Honey, are you sure you're not hungry? But this porridge smells so good, don't you want to try it?"
Lu Tianxing picked up the winter melon and pork rib porridge from the side, and as he lifted the lid, a rich aroma of porridge filled the air, stimulating one's appetite.
Lu Tianxing chuckled, teasingly waved the porridge in front of Bai Zhiqing, took a deep breath, and said with bliss, "It's delicious, incredibly delicious. The century-old store really makes it different. Honey, are you sure you don't want to try?"
Bai Zhiqing, almost by reflex, scrunched up her nose and sniffed lightly, feeling as though the aroma turned into a pair of hands, summoning all her cravings. She realized she had actually gone almost a whole day without food and was indeed hungry.
