Jiang Yan said "thank you" and reached out to take it.
This was her first time eating fried rice porridge.
It looked ordinary, but it was fragrant, sweet, soft, and sticky, with a hint of grain aroma.
The working people truly are the wisest.
"Su Dai, you're amazing. To be able to make such delicious food from such ordinary ingredients," Jiang Yan sincerely praised her.
"Cough, it's all in the technique of the pot," Su Dai laughed somewhat embarrassedly upon hearing her idol's praise.
Initially, every time she met Jiang Yan, her eyes would sparkle like stars.
But lately, those stars had almost entirely vanished.
Instead, a barely detectable worry had taken their place.
"By the way, Jiang Yan, after breakfast and a rest, would you like to join us for some exercise?" Su Dai asked, scooping up a spoonful of porridge into her mouth.
Jiang Yan then learned that for some time now, Su Dai and her two companions had been doing physical training indoors every day.
