Shu Pan prepared the congee, poured it into a thermos, and quickly delivered it to the hospital.
Upon seeing Shu Pan again, Gu Shaoting smiled with understanding. "Quick, bring the congee. I'm starving," he beckoned to Shu Pan.
Shu Pan served him a bowl of congee, perfectly cooked with a smooth and velvety texture. The rice grains sparkled with a white glow, creating a delightful taste in the mouth.
Whether it was hunger or the deliciousness of the congee, Gu Shaoting surprisingly finished the bowl quickly.
Soon, even the congee in the thermos was gone. "It's so delicious. I want to eat it again tomorrow," Gu Shaoting licked his lips and expressed his desire.
Shu Pan was taken aback by how he devoured the congee. Did he think he was eating some rare delicacy?
"I have something to do tomorrow, and eating it every day might get boring," Shu Pan refused. She couldn't take leave frequently.