C992 A Special Supper(3)

She lowered her head and quietly drank the porridge in her bowl.

Gu Qinzhen took a sip of the fried egg on the plate and raised his head to praise in satisfaction, "What kind of egg is this? The taste is not bad."

"It tastes good, right?" Moh Shichen put down the spoon beside his hand and said.

He pointed at the boxes of bastards in the kitchen and continued