Qin Shu looked at the man opposite her. He was slowly eating the millet porridge in front of him with the side dishes. Even though he had lost his memory, he still ate like before and did not talk much.
She ate a few mouthfuls of the millet congee and praised: "Baby Yu, the millet porridge you cooked is really delicious."
"You should praise the electric rice cooker." The man ate the millet porridge without raising his head, and his tone was very calm.
However, Qin Shu said: "Without you, does a dead thing know how to wash the rice? Does it know how much water to put in?"
The man: "..."
After breakfast
Qin Shu touched her belly, which was as big as a ball. She sighed in satisfaction: "I'm so full, my belly feels a little uncomfortable."
She had eaten breakfast before coming. Although she did not eat much, she still ate.
Just now, she had eaten two bowls of millet porridge. She was really full.
