He never refused any of Ling Chuxia's requests; he always indulged and spoiled her, even if it meant cooking for her, he would never say no. So he could make some basic meals, but he had never cooked porridge before, resulting in several failed attempts earlier.
Shi Che walked out of the kitchen, looked at the mess before him, suppressed his discouragement, and started cooking the rice for porridge again. This time, he strictly followed the steps taught by Sister Hua. About forty minutes later, the porridge in the pot was boiling. Shi Che glanced at it, and it finally looked decent.
He waited for the porridge to boil for a little while before turning off the heat, took a bowl from the cabinet, and ladled out some porridge, then walked back to the room.
Ling Chuxia was lying quietly on the bed, her eyes slightly closed, as if she had fallen asleep again. Shi Che unconsciously lightened his steps, sat down by the bed, and his dark eyes gently landed on Ling Chuxia's face.
