C158 Bad news of death

When Jian Xi went downstairs, the spacious living room was filled with the fragrance of millet porridge. He took a whiff and with his sharp eyes, saw that Song Huai Shuang was still busy cooking.

"It smells so good." Jian Xi praised, he then removed the lid of the wok, which was steaming hot. The golden rice porridge looked extremely alluring