C166 166 the abomination of stinky tofu

The fact that he was sitting on the head of the bed allowed Wan Meiyan, who still had some energy left, to comfortably lean against his chest. He picked up the bowl of porridge and blew on it gently. When it wasn't too hot, he scooped up a spoonful of porridge and fed it to Wan Meiyan.

"Are you feeling better?" After finishing the porridge