When Ning Youguang came out of the small kitchen holding a bowl of porridge.
On the big screen in the small living room, a black woman was saying to her ten-year-old daughter, "Yes, remember, the most important day in a woman's life is not her wedding day, but her election as president."
Classic movies are always good, Shi always has good taste!
"Come over and eat porridge." She gently placed the bowl on the small dining table.
Shi Wangyue turned off the big screen and came over.
He could recognize the white porcelain bowl in front of him contained vegetable and lean meat porridge, except the porridge's appearance wasn't quite right. The vegetables looked yellow and wilted, and the meat was cut a bit large.
"I just added salt, it's mild!" Teacher Ning looked at Shi with unspoken anticipation in her eyes.
"Very fortunate." Shi Wangyue smiled as he sat down before the porridge and picked up a spoon.
There are vegetables, there is meat, and she remembers to keep it mild—
