Calmness

A smooth and delicate feeling spread on the tip of her tongue, gradually awakening Meng Qingge's taste buds.

This taste was not at all like what his auntie usually made. Meng Qingge raised her head and looked at Ji Wanzhou.

"What's wrong? You don't like it? " Seeing Meng Qingge raise her head, Ji Wanzhou thought it was the taste of the porridge, so he picked up the spoon and tried it.

Ji Wanzhou didn't feel anything was wrong and looked at Meng Qingge in confusion.

Meng Qingge saw that Ji Wanzhou thought there was something wrong with the porridge and shook her head. "This porridge doesn't look like it was cooked by my family's auntie."

Since Meng Qingge became pregnant, her words had become more and more diabolical.

Only then did Ji Wanzhou recover his wits. He smiled embarrassedly, "I did it."

Ji Wanzhou cooked porridge for him to eat?