Along with the sound of the door opening, Ji Dongquan walked in carrying a tray with two bowls of porridge on it. Steaming hot with a faint aroma, Mi Wan knew just by the smell that it was her favorite mushroom and shrimp porridge.
"Come over and sit down," Ji Dongquan said, placing the tray on the table and then turning to Mi Wan, who was standing by the bed.
Upon hearing this, Mi Wan gave a slight smile and walked over to sit at the table, taking the spoon Ji Dongquan handed her.
It was already past noon, and after spending so much energy in bed, Mi Wan was starving. Smelling the fragrant shrimp porridge, she immediately started, scooping up a spoonful, blowing on it, and then sending it into her mouth.
The next second, the familiar taste hit her taste buds, and as the delicious flavor spread in her mouth, her heart too was stirred.
She had never forgotten this taste. Just one sip and she could tell it was Ji Dongquan who had personally made the porridge.
