***
Every time I am held like this, I feel my whole heart softening.
Beside us, the porridge in the casserole simmers on the low heat, bubbling...
Their once-distant hearts begin to slowly draw closer again...
Allowing her to hold him like this, Qiao Chutian reaches out for a spoon and gently stirs the porridge in the casserole...
The unique aroma of seafood porridge quickly fills the kitchen.
Mai Xiaomai doesn't release her hold, just embraces him, watching his movements.
In the past, she never really watched him cook porridge so earnestly.
No matter how good Lin Xuanzi's herbal concoctions tasted, they were just illusionary.
Only the porridge Qiao Chutian cooked for her was real happiness.
She found that in her yearning for illusions, she had hurt the person before her.
"Done."
Qiao Chutian turned off the gas and said to her, "You and the little baby be good, get ready to sit and have porridge until you're full, chubby, and fair."
"Okay."
