C197 Miscalculation

Han Shaolin finally finished cooking the porridge after a while. He was sitting next to Hsu Moyu, staring at him with a sullen face.

Hsu Moyu, who was drinking the porridge, laughed, "Sect Lord Han, you keep staring at me. How can I drink it?"

"If you can't drink it, I can feed it to you!" Han Shaolin raised his eyebrows and was about to take the spoon from Hsu Moyu