Huo Mian froze for a second upon hearing what Su Yu said…
She said what she said last night because she was in a state of weakness, but Su Yu took her seriously…
But where would they even begin to look for Qin Chu?
Huo Mian thought silently, but all her mouth did was drink the congee in her hands.
"How's the taste?" Su Yu asked nervously.
"Not bad."
After hearing what Huo Mian said, Su Yu let out a sigh of relief.
Then, she looked up and asked, "But I'm curious, how many types of grains did you put in the congee?"
"Uh… seven or eight kinds? A dozen? I'm not sure, I didn't count…" Su Yu scratched his head awkwardly; the truth was, he felt a little lost while buying rice in the supermarket.
The employee kept promoting the different kinds of rice they had, and Su Yu thought they were all good, so…
He bought a bit of everything – rice, millet, sorghum, glutinous rice, brown rice…