Xu Zhihao's situation, to Xu Nianhua, was just a little ripple that quickly faded away.
She had absolutely no interest in anything going on with the Xu Family.
Xu Nianhua made millet porridge early and brought it over; the fragrant, thick porridge was light yet really tasty.
There was no one fighting Pei Yicheng for it today, so he drank three big bowls of millet porridge all by himself, finishing everything she brought. He praised, "Nianhua, your porridge skills are seriously impressive. Yesterday's pork porridge and today's millet porridge both tasted amazing."
"My cooking is even better, you know!" Xu Nianhua said with a proud face. Back then, because of her looks, she rarely went out. In her free time, her favorite thing was experimenting with food. When it came to cooking, Xu Nianhua believed she was actually pretty good.
"Then I'll be lucky every day from now on." Pei Yicheng's eyes sparkled as he looked at her.
