Uneasy

Shuang Yun scooped up a spoonful of porridge and brought it to Huanhuan's mouth.

Huanhuan first looked at the porridge. The color was normal. She leaned over and sniffed it. It smelled a little fragrant.

She was skeptical. "You didn't make this porridge, did you?"

With Shuang Yun's culinary skills, not to mention the taste, just the color and smell alone could not reach this level.

Shuang Yun did not expect to be exposed so quickly. He said resentfully, "Mu Xiang cooked it."

He had planned to use this pot of porridge to convince them of his culinary skills, but it seemed that he had failed.

"Since you didn't cook it, we're relieved!"

Huanhuan picked up a bowl of porridge and placed it in front of Eggy. "Don't worry. Hurry up and eat."

Eggy fell into the bowl and ate the porridge.

Shuang Yun: "…"

He felt as if his heart was filled with knives.

Huanhuan's appetite was not good. She could not even take two bites.