When Wu Lingyu heard what Sima You Yue said, he could not help but purse his lips.
Was he someone who would be fickle?
This brat!
"I'm hungry, I want to eat porridge." He wouldn't quibble with a little brat.
A person of cultivation would go hungry? What a liar!
However, she still asked, "What kind of porridge?"
"The kind of porridge you made for me back at Puluo Mountain Range." Wu Lingyu replied.
Sima You Yue rolled her eyes. She didn't want to look at him anymore. She found a relatively even ground and took out all her tools. After that, she started to simmer the porridge.
She had long forgotten which porridge she made back then. He was thinking too much if he wanted her to make it again now.
Right now, his body was rather weak. How could she let him randomly eat things? As such, the porridge that she was cooking and the vegetables she was frying was the most nutritious for his body right now.
