The porridge was soft and smelt nice. Every grain of rice was soft and cooked to perfection. It melted as soon as he took a bite of it. The taste was perfect, which whetted Han Yichen's appetite. "Ah Chen, you have good culinary skills."
At the very least, this porridge was much better than the horrendous thing that Meng Yunhan brought for him a few days ago. That thing…he did not know what to say about it. It was so disgusting that it nearly made him pass out all over again.
"If Dad likes it, then you should have some more." Han Ruochen had no idea why her father did not ask her brother to cook for him. If she was not wrong, her brother cooked even better than her. However, she still served him another bowl and then stopped. It was never good to eat a lot of food after having surgery.
