"Are you able to move around?" Seeing Ye Zi'an with one leg lying flat on the bed and the other hanging off the edge, Yang Chuxia asked.
Mu Shaoling immediately responded coldly, "If you want his leg to be completely crippled, then let him move around."
Upon hearing this, Yang Chuxia quickly moved Ye Zi'an's other leg onto the bed as well. Mu Shaoling, who was watching this scene, snorted disdainfully before beginning to lift the lid off the pot on the table.
Yang Chuxia brought the pot over for fear that the porridge would cool down on the way. It wasn't her fault for being overly careful; after all, Young Master Mu's territory was so large that even a temporary accommodation site could span several acres.
When Mu Shaoling saw the contents of the pot, he sniffed and sneered, "So much for being a diligent hospitable woman. What kind of slop is this? The chicken shreds are so thickly cut, and the porridge isn't even slightly glutinous."