Although Chu Munan's unusual reaction wasn't very obvious, Song Qiao still noticed it directly.
With a slight raise of her eyebrows, she looked at him intently, yet spoke with a playful tone, "That pot of unidentified substance, don't tell me you made it all by yourself?"
Hearing Song Qiao's sarcastic tone, Chu Munan's face immediately darkened, and he retorted directly, "What do you mean by 'unidentified substance'? That's clearly porridge..."
"Whose porridge looks like this?" Song Qiao glared at him, almost gritting her teeth as she spoke, "If you give it to me to eat, are you trying to kill me?"
Chu Munan was suddenly very displeased, his expression turning even more gloomy, "It's just porridge, how could it possibly kill you?"
Song Qiao gave him a once-over, then turned around and walked into the kitchen to turn off the heat. She wrapped a towel around the sides of the clay pot and carried it out, placing it directly on the dining table, "Fine, you drink it then."
