Haitang happened to come in to deliver bird's nest porridge.
Cui Ji took it, sat on the embroidery stool next to the rocking chair, scooped up a spoonful, blew it cool, and brought it to Shen Yinning's lips.
Shen Yinning only took half a bite and frowned: "Why is it this kind of bird's nest every day? I usually eat golden swiftlet bird's nest."
Her voice was soft and gentle, even her dissatisfaction carried a hint of coquettish charm.
Cui Ji didn't know that bird's nest was categorized into different grades.
He only knew that bird's nest was expensive; this cup of bird's nest and porridge was worth almost half a year's expenses back in Gan State.
He lowered his head and put the remaining half-spoon into his own mouth, feeling the tender sweetness, delicious beyond words.
But since she said golden swiftlet bird's nest was better, it must surely be superior to this ordinary kind.
She deserved the best things in this world.
