Holding her bowl of congee, Yin Nanfeng swallowed a mouthful and asked, "Have you eaten? Today's congee tastes a bit different."
"Eat more if you like it. I'll cook it for you again tomorrow," Zhang Haiqing said, his deep, clear eyes seeming to hold only the serene person sitting before him, quietly eating her congee.
Yin Nanfeng looked up at the bowl with a trace of doubt. "You cooked this?"
Chapter 665