Xu Zhihao's matter, for Xu Nianhua, was like a small wave that quickly disappeared without a trace.
She had no interest in the affairs of the Xu Family.
Xu Nianhua had gotten up early to make a pot of millet porridge and brought it over. The fragrant and thick millet porridge was light but very delicious.
Today, no one competed with Pei Yicheng, and he alone drank three large bowls of millet porridge, finishing all that she had brought. He complimented her, "Nianhua, your porridge-making skills are really impressive. Both the lean meat porridge from yesterday and today's millet porridge are exceptionally fragrant."
"The dishes I cook are even tastier," Xu Nianhua said with pride. In the past, due to her appearance, she didn't have many opportunities to go out. During her spare time, her favorite activity was to experiment with food. In terms of cooking, Xu Nianhua admitted that she did quite well.
