"Yes, are you satisfied now?" The man pinched her cheek with one hand and couldn't help but peck her lips again.
Qiao An giggled, hopped off his body, and said, "I'm going to take a shower; I'll taste it in a bit."
After a quick shower back in the bedroom, Qiao An came out.
At the dining table, Mu Jingxi had already served the porridge, the aroma of which had spread in the air, whetting the appetite.
"It smells like it's pretty good."
Mu Jingxi was very confident, "Indeed, it's perfect in temperature. Try it."
Once seated, Qiao An took the spoon that Mu Jingxi handed her, tasted a mouthful, and found the flavor fresh and sweet, with the rice soft and sticky.
"How is it?" Mu Jingxi looked at her expectantly.
Qiao An nodded her head, smiling in praise, "Mu Jingxi, you've got some skills! From now on, you can make my porridge."
"Okay."
He had unwittingly said the word "from now on," and a smile spread across Mu Jingxi's eyes and eyebrows.