The porridge was finally ready. Xu Qinghuan poured two bowls and walked out, only to find Fu Yan時 wasn't there!,When she used to work at a hot pot and barbecue restaurant, this kind of burn happened too often! She didn't even care about more serious ones.,After Fu Yan finished her meal, she gracefully wiped her thin lips. She was still frowning, thinking about it, and there was still half a bowl of porridge left.。