Bai Yuexi's heart suddenly welled up with a very strange feeling. It was sour and bitter. It was a little painful. Her heart ached.
Tears welled up in Bai Yuexi's eyes."I just made some porridge. It's a herbal porridge. Try it. It should be pretty good."
Seeing a-Qing cough, Bai Yuexi's heart trembled.
She felt like she couldn't breathe, completely caught by ah Luo's coughing.
When a-Qing heard Bai Yuexi's words, her expression changed. She ... She personally cooked?
A-Qing's fingers trembled slightly, and her eyelashes trembled. She seemed to be in disbelief, unable to believe what he had heard.
However, when he looked into Bai Yuexi's eyes and saw the serious glint in her eyes, ah Luo knew it was true.
At this time, a-Qing also smelled the fragrance of the porridge.
Following Bai Yuexi's line of sight, a-Qing's eyes landed on the bowl on the table next to her.
It was congee, and it seemed to be emitting a fragrance.
