C622 Medicinal Cuisine

"No." Bai Liyuv looked at him, understanding his intentions, and said nothing, gently shaking her head. She picked up a bowl of porridge from the table, lost in thought, then set it down with a pout. "It's a bit too hot; I really can't eat it."

Yinn Wufang frowned, picked up the bowl she had set down, and tasted it—it was just right. Bai Liyuv watched him, secretly sticking out her tongue