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
