After simmering porridge for an entire afternoon, she used many ingredients, some comparable to Chinese medicinal herbs, which were very beneficial for Yang Fan's recovery.
Gu Qingcheng handed the small bowl of porridge to Yang Fan: "The temperature is just right, eat it quickly!"
Yang Fan carefully took the bowl. "It looks appetizing."
Gu Qingcheng didn't say a word, just watched him eat.
While eating the porridge, Yang Fan's sly nature surged, and he playfully teased the woman: "I can't eat while you're watching me!"
"..." Gu Qingcheng was stunned. "Then I'll leave!" Gu Qingcheng turned and walked away!
Drunk, Yang Fan called out, "Hey, hey, hey, if you leave, who will take care of me? I won't be able to eat!"
"Then I..." Gu Qingcheng, who had turned around, froze.
Unable to hold back, Yang Fan chuckled: "Are you always like this? Do you prefer not to talk, or are you just not good at it?"
"Neither. If it's unnecessary… in my view, it's better not to speak!"