Chi Shuyan thought to herself, I tried, but I couldn't get through.
"Brother Zhu, I called you earlier and couldn't get through!"
Zhu Bocheng choked, then heard his cousin continue, "I'm almost out of spirit rice here. I'll let you know when I have more next time. When the time comes, don't turn off your phone!"
Zhu Bocheng's face was filled with despair. If his mother knew about this, his parents would definitely kill him. He felt that his parents now cared more about the rice than him, and he often ate porridge leftovers. His cousin didn't know what kind of life he had been living recently.
His mother used to love cooking, but now she loved cooking porridge the most. Every time she cooked porridge, the rice never covered the bottom of the pot.
He wanted to buy more rice to improve his life. Fortunately, he could still go out for a meal at any time, but most of the food outside wasn't as good as what his mother made. It was also boring to go out and eat alone.
