After a while, the meal was finally ready.
Feng Xun clumsily brought over a pot of porridge and some dishes.
Ye Lingyue glanced at it and burst out laughing.
The porridge was so thick it was immovable, the cucumbers were shriveled, and there were even eggshells in the egg.
"Feng Xun, do you even know the difference between rice and porridge? Also, the eggs are undercooked, and the cucumbers are too old."
Feng Xun hemmed and hawed.
"Don't you like it? I will go and make it again." Feng Xun appeared full of righteous determination, as if going to turn the kitchen upside down.
"Alright Feng Xun, try making it one more time. It's getting light outside; neither of us will get any sleep," Ye Lingyue, unable to bear seeing Feng Xun looking so pitiful, pulled him to sit down, and they began eating.
