Fu Yu Sheng looked at Song Yan who was acting like a doting wife and turned to look at the two bowls of porridge which were in front of her, his eyes fell on the porridge inside the bowl which was filling the two bowls the brim and could not help but chuckle, he knew very well that no matter how hungry Song Yan was, eating a bowl of porridge was her limit, there was no way she will be able to eat two bowls and that too which were filled to the brim.
Fu Yu Sheng sat down next to Song Yan and pulled the bowl which was sitting on the side, when he saw that the housekeeping lady was going to fetch him another bowl, he stopped her by saying, " There is no need for you to bring me a bowl especially, I will eat this."
