Su Li never imagined that Chengfeng would actually cook something for her to eat.
Although the bowl that looked like porridge but not really porridge was very intriguing, Su Li was certain it was indeed porridge.
"This... is porridge?"
"Hmm."
"Where did it come from?"
Watching his clearly uncomfortable yet painstakingly indifferent demeanor, Su Li felt like she had touched upon some truth, her eyes spun, and she boldly speculated, "Could it be... that you made it?"
Wei Chengfeng didn't speak, but his expression was enough to confirm her guess was correct.
Su Li was thoroughly shocked, her eyes wide with disbelief, unable to fathom that Wei Chengfeng had actually cooked for her?
Wei Chengfeng, he was Wei Chengfeng after all!
Wei Chengfeng felt very uneasy under her gaze and said with an angry embarrassment, "If you don't want to eat it, just forget it."
With that, he reached out to grab it.