For some reason, Song Qiao always felt strange today, as if something was about to happen, yet she couldn't figure out the source of her unease.
With a hum, Song Qiao directly sat beside Lu Jingchen who immediately put down his newspaper, fetched her a bowl of congee, and placed it beside her hand, filling the air with its sweet and soft scent.
"It's still very hot. Drink it later, eat an egg first." Seeing Song Qiao reaching for the spoon to start eating, Lu Jingchen was quick to snatch the spoon from her hand and replaced it with an egg.
Song Qiao looked at the bowl of steaming, appetizing red bean congee in front of her. Unable to taste it, she looked at the egg in her hand and felt somewhat indignant because it was simply not on the same level.
Her restless mood all morning made her somewhat unhappy. She turned her head to the man beside her and complained discontentedly, "If you won't let me drink the congee, why do you tempt me by placing it in front of me?"
