C418 I Don't Understand the Words of an Animal!

Faang Taozi felt uneasy. She washed her face, then sat in the kitchen, sipping on some millet porridge and eating a bun. In her memory, she had never sat so calmly to enjoy a meal made by Niu Jun before.

The bun tasted bland, and as Faang Taozi chewed slowly, she felt a lump in her throat. Niu Jun placed a tray of buns in the pot, sat across from her, served himself a bowl of porridge, and asked