Lu Yinxing just sat on the sofa waiting for Xia Ye.
Before long, Xia Ye came down.
The two went to Yi Pin Pavilion for some Chaozhou-Shantou porridge.
The sea urchin porridge was fresh and delicious, and Lu Yinxing ate three big bowls.
For some reason, it just felt like she had a particularly good appetite today.
Her mood was particularly good too.
She didn't know when it started, but Lu Yinxing's life felt like it was shrouded in dark clouds.
But now, all the clouds seemed to disappear in an instant.
After eating, Lu Yinxing patted her round belly: "I haven't eaten this full for such a long time, it feels really good."
Xia Ye said, "Which is better, this or the one I make?"
Lu Yinxing replied with a smile: "Of course... your shredded chicken congee is better."
Xia Ye seemed very pleased with Lu Yinxing's answer: "Then you should move in with me, and I'll make shredded chicken congee for you every day."
