Shen Xinglan came out after her shower to find two bowls of hot mixed porridge on the table.
"What's this?" Shen Xinglan looked towards Huo Shiyan in surprise. In the north, the custom was to have mixed porridge during Laba Festival. Had Tang family's servant brought this?
"This was sent by Uncle Tang. We're supposed to have mixed porridge for Laba Festival." Huo Shiyan chuckled. The old man held Chinese traditions in high regard. It was thanks to people like him that these traditions were being preserved.
Shen Xinglan had already taken a seat at the table. The fragrant aroma of the mixed porridge was tempting and it looked delicious too.
"Let's try." Shen Xinglan scooped some with a spoon, blew on it a few times before putting it into her mouth, her eyes lit up instantly.
"It's fragrant and sweet - there's warmth in its sweetness. It's delicious."