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After a short while, Qiaoqiao arrived with several maids carrying some light porridge dishes; Ling Feng, attracted by the faint aroma, couldn't help but feel his appetite stirred.
It must be said that the food of the Cangqiong Sect truly deserved its reputation as delicious cuisine.
When he and Duanmu Qingshan were at Little Bamboo Peak, there was no need to mention Duanmu Qingshan's cooking skills — they were practically disastrous. As for his own cooking, it was barely passable.
Qiaoqiao brought over a bowl of clear porridge, sat down unceremoniously beside the bed, and brought a spoonful to Ling Feng's mouth, "Eat."
"Uh…" Ling Feng was taken aback, about to speak, when he heard the maid say, "What, you want our young mistress to come and feed you?"
Ling Feng, feeling helpless, didn't bother to say much and just opened his mouth to swallow the porridge.
