"President Sutton, I need to tell you beforehand, I can't cook. This porridge is something I just learned, and I've already tasted it. It won't harm you, but I can't guarantee if it's to your taste..."
Stellan Sutton looked at her slightly anxious eyes and tugged at the corner of his mouth.
"If you can give plain porridge a new taste, it counts as an innovation."
After speaking, he scooped another spoonful and ate it without another word.
Eve Sherman stared at his expression without blinking.
He suddenly furrowed his brow, then imperceptibly smoothed it out again. His long, thick eyelashes fluttered slightly, emotions all gathered in his eyes.
"How is it?"
She asked, somewhat curious.
Stellan Sutton pressed his lips together and nodded, "It's okay."
The taste of the porridge was indistinguishable due to the burnt flavor.
Even though there were kitchen appliances for cooking porridge at home, she challenged herself to use a soup pot.
