"This saltiness can store me, and my body won't rot for two hundred years. Xiao Yan is such a stupid person, he knows how to cook porridge..." Tian Jingzhi paused at the name she blurted out, and she smiled embarrassedly, clumsily and hastily Concealing his embarrassment, "...you wash the dishes..."

Tian Jingzhi fled back to his room.

Xue Lingqiao looked at the dining table indifferently, what a surprise, his craftsmanship was disliked. And at this moment, this bowl placed alone on the dining table is the ironclad proof that he was slapped in the face. Is it a failed experiment, then improve next time... He simply fed the porridge in the bowl to the trash can.