Li Qianze parked the car in front of a porridge shop, then ordered a bowl of every kind of porridge.
Looking at the table full of porridge, Mo Liusha's forehead was lined with black lines, as if countless crows were passing over her head with a cawing "wah wah wah", leaving behind rows of black ellipses.
He looked at Mo Liusha and asked indifferently, "Which one suits me?"
Isn't that a question he should have asked before ordering? Mo Liusha sighed inwardly, glanced at the porridges on the table, pointed to the bowl of vegetable porridge, and said lightly, "This should be edible."
Li Qianze didn't say anything, just took the bowl of vegetable porridge in front of him, then took a bowl of swallows' blood porridge and placed it in front of Mo Liusha: "You eat this."
Mo Liusha's eyelids drooped, not looking at him, just quietly eating her porridge.
Li Qianze gave her a casual glance, also silent, quietly eating porridge, one bowl after another.
