Jian Yanyan looked at him helplessly, walked around to the other side of the bed, scooped up a spoonful herself, and gently blew on it, the aroma spreading everywhere.
Su Junhao swallowed a mouthful of saliva, thinking she would feed it to him. Instead, Jian Yanyan put that spoonful of porridge into her own mouth, slowly swallowed it, then exaggeratedly said, "Wow, it's so fragrant, really so fragrant. It's smooth and soft and glutinous, and there's the aroma of meat—just melts in your mouth."
Su Junhao was already starving. At noon she'd made him shredded chicken congee; he'd only had a few sips before it all got knocked over, which meant he'd basically gone a whole day without eating. Now, teased again by the smell of shredded chicken congee—one of his favorite foods—he could hardly hold back.
