Aunt Lin watched Ning Zhiyuan pick up the bowl, then closed the bedroom door with a smile. She was so happy that she left to serve porridge.

Ning Zhiyuan just took the porridge in his hand, and moved his buttock to Li Jia's side. His white fingers, like jade, took a small spoon and stirred the sticky porridge in the bowl for several times.

he scooped a spoon and handed it to Li Jia's mouth, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth. He whispered, "you just woke up and can't eat other greasy things. Come on, have some porridge first. I'll let aunt Lin make whatever you...