C44 Sick

The wind carried a slightly unpleasant smell, causing Xie Zimo to think of something else. He quickly rolled up his sleeves and moved the pot of porridge away from the fire. The rice stuck to the pot was almost black, leaving two bowls of porridge in the pot. Since it looked edible, Xie Zimo put it away. He carefully placed it in front of her, picked up the spoon, blew on it to cool it