Qiao Mu ran over and sat down on a rock beside him. She then picked up a spoon and stirred the contents of the pot with it.
After having a taste, her eyes couldn't help but brighten. "It's good."
"Eat another bowl then." Mo Lian pinched her small cheeks. "I have to put flesh on you again."
Qiao Mu had just eaten several mouthfuls, but when she heard this, she shot him a glance before rubbing her face. "How am I skinny. I'm pretty much the same as before."
Yet Mo Lian chuckled while shaking his head. "It's way too different. Your chin was round before, but now it's pointy."
Qiao Mu stuck her tongue out at him and ladled another small bowl of porridge. However, before she could take a sip, a speedy figure flitted past them and snatched up that piping hot pot of porridge. He exclaimed with a hearty laugh, "Oh my, how fragrant! This old man just so happens to not have eaten breakfast yet!"
