It was Zhou Zhou who woke her up.

"Madam, are you feeling unwell? You didn't eat anything tonight." Zhou Zhou was a little worried.

"I'm fine, just a little sleepy and my stomach is a bit upset..." Xiang Jin patted her head, "How about Aunt Yang cooks me some vegetable porridge? I want to eat it."

"Okay, then you wait here, we'll get right away."

After Zhouzhou went downstairs, Xiangjin started drawing design drafts in the room. Meirenjiao squatted beside her quietly and obediently.

A little while later, Zhouzhou brought up a bowl of vegetable porridge.

Xiang Jin took two bites and immediately put down the spoon.

"This porridge doesn't taste good." She frowned slightly. "Why does it taste different from before?"

"Because the porridge before was... was made by someone else." Zhou Zhou stammered, not daring to say it.

"Who are the other people?"

Xiang Jin laughed and tickled her: "You?"

Zhouzhou quickly dodged away, pouting, and didn't dare to answer.

"Judging from your appearance, you wouldn't happen to be Murong Xiao, would you?" Xiang Jin said jokingly.

"You guessed it yourself, not me! If the young master finds out, please don't expose me!" Zhou Zhou was extremely excited and rushed out of the room with the tray in her hand.

Xiang Jin stood there, stunned.

She sipped her porridge slowly, but her mind wandered elsewhere.

Will Murong Xiao cook porridge for her?

Would someone as high and mighty as him go into the kitchen to cook porridge for her?

Was there poison in the porridge?!

Xiang Jin shook his head, banishing those unrealistic thoughts, and finally came to a conclusion: perhaps, he was just bored.