The plain and bland porridge smelled fragrant and was rather appetizing to Elena, who was famished after a cold and brutal night, the memories of which were still fresh in her head. She almost burst into tears of joy upon smelling the heavenly aroma of food.
Reginald adjusted her bed to prop her up. He initially wanted to feed her, but she insisted on eating it on her own because of the severe wound on the back of her head. He finally felt relieved after watching her polish off the porridge.
Elena remarked, "Nanny Flora makes really delicious porridge."
Although it was just a porridge, it was cooked to perfection, with the grains becoming soft and mushy. It melted in her mouth. Nanny Flora had clearly put in a lot of effort into cooking it.
Reginald said, "Since you like it, I'll get Nanny Flora to make some more for you."
Elena continued to eat one and a half more bowls before she finally felt satiated.
