To cater to her taste, a lot of chili was added to the porridge, which was quite the opposite of traditional mild porridge.
But without chili, he knew Xia Yueqing would absolutely refuse to eat it.
So, even if the combination seemed mismatched, he didn't care about all that, he only wanted Xia Yueqing to drink it to fill her stomach a little.
A small bowl of porridge was consumed to its last drop, and Pei Yiting was delighted to see this. Just as he was about to serve a second bowl, Xia Yueqing shook her head.
"No more, I'm full."
"Are you sure you don't want a bit more?" He furrowed his brow, slightly concerned about Xia Yueqing's condition.
She nodded firmly, a reassuring smile appeared on her lips, assuring and affirming him.
Having said that, Pei Yiting naturally wouldn't force her, so he cleared the dishes and took them out.
When he returned from outside, Xia Yueqing had already lain down.
