Bian Jin's voice was cautious. He seemed to be frozen in place, not moving, and his voice was a little distorted.

Tong Yaoyao blinked, "Don't you like it? When you were eating last night, I saw that you ate very little, and you seemed to be unable to digest it later. Maybe you have a bad stomach."

"Your stomach needs to be nourished slowly. Breakfast every day is very important!"

Tong Yaoyao said, pushing the porridge in front of Bian Jin, then remembered something and stood up.

"Wait a minute, I forgot to take the spoon!"

After Tong Yaoyao finished speaking, she ran to the kitchen with her short legs.

Bian Jin suddenly stood up and made a move to catch Tong Yaoyao.

"Little sister..."

Tong Yaoyao has run away.

A ruthless straight woman who never looks back.

Bian Jin looked at Tong Yaoyao, then lowered his head to look at the millet, lily and pumpkin porridge on the table.

The pumpkin was cooked into a puree, and the delicate pumpkin puree blended with the golden millet. Tong Yaoyao added some glutinous rice flour to it to make it taste better.

On top of the porridge, there are white lily petals arranged in the shape of petals, with a few red wolfberries in the middle.

The porridge is steaming hot and full of flavor and color.

At first glance, it's obvious that it's been done with care.

He was attentive to him.

He doesn't eat much at every meal, and the entire e-sports circle says he has a "small stomach," but few people notice his problem.

His team members also noticed it, but a group of men also gave him more money and asked him to buy some delicious food.

Everyone else has too much time to take care of themselves, so how can they have the time to worry about so much.

After all, we are all still young. If we don't eat well, we won't die if we don't feel well. We all have our own hardships, and we don't all bear them by ourselves.

Bian Jin stared at the porridge in front of him silently, without moving at all.

But his hand quietly placed on his side, clenched into a fist.

This young lady...

Tong Yaoyao...

Bai Yu watched from the side, his eyes narrowed, and after a long time, a faint smile appeared on his lips, and he turned around to help Yun Zuofan carry other meals.

Tong Yaoyao came out with a spoon, and Bian Jin had already adjusted his expression.

He has very soft hair with some curls. On his milky white skin, he has a pair of eyes with dark pupils and slightly drooped tails. He looks cute and innocent.

Under the high nose bridge, the lips are not as thin as other men's, but slightly pursed.

Coupled with his boyish voice, when he calls me sister, it can make the hearts of my sister and old aunt melt!

He sat obediently in front of the table, holding the porridge in front of him with both hands, like a little heart he cherished.

"Little sister~~"

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Little sister, please be careful.

Tong Yaoyao just came out of the kitchen. He didn't stand up, he just sat and blinked at Tong Yaoyao.

"Little sister~"

Why are you so good...

Tong Yaoyao handed him the spoon and said to him.

"Can you try it and see if it tastes good? I don't know your taste either."

Bian Jin couldn't bear to drink it.

Under Tong Yaoyao's urging, he slowly scooped up a small spoonful, blew it carefully to cool it, and slowly held it in his mouth.

Tong Yaoyao is quite confident about her cooking skills, but people with good cooking skills will pay special attention to the feelings of diners.

"Does it taste good? Is it too sweet?"

Bian Jin pursed her lips, which were sparkling. When she smiled, her eyes curved into a cute crescent shape.

"It's sweet~ It's sweet to the core~"

Tong Yaoyao frowned slightly.

"So sweet? From the stomach to the heart? What kind of sweet method is this?"

Bian Jin smiled and nodded, then quietly put the spoon down and said to Tong Yaoyao.

"My stomach and my heart are connected. I feel happy when my stomach is comfortable. Little sister, please go eat first. You must be tired. Eat more. I will drink porridge slowly."

Tong Yaoyao felt relieved and returned to her seat to eat.

After Tong Yaoyao left, the smile in Bian Jin's eyes became deeper and deeper. He looked down at the bowl of porridge and was reluctant to take a bite.

The first gift the young lady gave him.

First copy.

Unique.

He wants to go back, pack it up, and put it in the house.

Qiu Quan drank his porridge quietly, occasionally glancing at Bian Jin's porridge secretly, and snorted coldly when Bian Jin turned his head.

"childish."

Bian Jin smiled.
Chapter completed!