When Lu Yinxing woke up, Xia Ye had just heated up the porridge and placed it on the dining table.
Xia Ye said, "If you're awake, come and have breakfast. This is chicken porridge Dad made yesterday."
As soon as Lu Yinxing heard that it was chicken porridge made by Gu Qichen himself,
she sprang up from the bed like a carp leaping out of the water.
You should know, her dad's cooking skills are even better than Wen Quan's family's chef.
Lu Yinxing got up and said, "Why didn't you go to class?"
Xia Ye's voice was gentle: "To take care of you."
Lu Yinxing curled her lips.
Xia Ye knew very well that her condition was already fine.
Clearly, he just didn't want to go to school and used her as an excuse.
Lu Yinxing took a sip of the chicken porridge.
It was fresh and delicious.
Lu Yinxing said, "Dad's cooking is truly amazing, only the chef at Wen Quan's family can compete."
