After closing the pot lid, Jiang Ran wiped the sweat off her forehead with a towel.
If it were in the past, making a dish like braised pork was the simplest thing and wouldn't have caused any sweat.
But now, with this heavy body, just frying this one dish left Jiang Ran utterly exhausted.
The porridge couldn't remain covered while cooking; it needed stirring to prevent it from sticking to the pot.
As soon as Jiang Ran lifted the pot lid, a scent of rice wafted up to her nose.
Just from the smell, Jiang Ran knew this was quality rice, and the porridge cooked from it would undoubtedly be delicious.
But plain rice porridge was still a bit monotonous.
"Shanshan, do we have any red dates at home?" Jiang Ran asked Pei Shanshan.
Pei Shanshan immediately looked at Wang Cuilan, who nodded, "Yes."
With that, Wang Cuilan opened the cabinet, took out a jar, and opened the lid, revealing it was half full of red dates.
