"There's nothing good here. I don't know if you're used to eating. If you're not, I'll take you to eat something else later." "Don't you?" he said as he filled her with porridge.

"elder brother, you think more about it. I've tasted all kinds of bitterness, and it's not gold branches and jade leaves. How can I not get used to it?" Tang Shi took a sip of the fried dough sticks and said, "well, it's very fragrant."

"you'd better get used to it. You often come here. If you want to come later, we'll come together."

"OK."

Tang Sinian drank porridge gracefully and said softly, "poetry, I brought you...