Qin Xin remembered that Xiangxiang had once taught Song Anjing how to make porridge rich and thick, saying that adding a little more water than cooking rice would do the trick.
"But how much more is a little more?" She looked at the water jar, hesitant to start.
With such a small amount of rice, if it turned out bad, would Master Tuantuan get angry?
After walking around, she finally returned to the side room.
Digging through her luggage, she eventually curled her lips: "Luckily, I came prepared with the ultimate move..."
Fifteen minutes later.
Qin Xin carried two small enamel jars: "Master, would you like some? It's best to eat while it's hot."
She stood by the window, using the emerging moonlight, and pushed one enamel jar towards the sheer curtain.
"I'm not hungry." A man's voice came.
