After reading it, Shen Hua thought it was wonderfully written and very enjoyable; she liked it.

Then, she didn't think Feng Chen liked the woman in the book, namely An He.

However, An He was a bit of a nuisance, so he got used to it and became more patient.

However, from beginning to end, Feng Chen never said he liked An He, leaving it to the reader's imagination.

Her imagination was that she didn't love him; if she did, why would she feel so much resentment?

She doesn't have much of An He's storyline, and she doesn't know what happened to An He later on; she can only find out by reading the novel.

But the novel is a bit long; she's only read a little over two hundred chapters.

It seemed she smelled something burning again. She checked the time; only thirty-odd minutes had passed, and there were still a few minutes until forty minutes.

But she did smell a burnt smell and worried that the corn and crayfish had spoiled, so she quickly opened the pot lid to check.

When it was opened, a large amount of gas rushed out, most of which had a burnt smell.

Chen Hua glanced at the crayfish; thankfully, it was alright. She carefully took the crayfish off the plate and then looked at the corn.

Good heavens, half of it is plump like a pearl, and the other half is black and translucent like charcoal.

There's still half left to eat, so she can finally eat the food she made herself.

And it looks pretty good, so I imagine it tastes pretty good too.

"Coo coo coo, coo coo coo."

Her stomach growled again. Shen Hua ate crayfish with chopsticks in one hand and nibbled on corn with the other.

The crayfish tasted alright, without any strange flavor, and even had a hint of sweetness. As for the corn, it was a bit bitter, and after one bite, I didn't want to eat any more.

Not only was it bitter, but it also had a smoky smell that was very pungent, making the meal a complete failure.

After quickly finishing the crayfish, I took out some sausages and bread from the storage space and sat on the sofa to eat them.

This was the worst meal she had since coming down the mountain, and it seems she needs to improve it in the future.

The next morning.

Xie Sichen opened his eyes and found the room unfamiliar. Memories from before he lost consciousness returned, and he knew that the little girl had taken him away.

The little girl looked cute, but she was a bit rough in her actions and quite strong. She almost choked him and he died right there.

Fortunately, he survived, and he felt less weak than yesterday. He took out a pill and swallowed it.

Although the effect was minimal, it still had some effect.

"Squeak."

The door was opened, and Xie Sichen, whose eyes were still slightly moist from just waking up, looked over.

Shen Hua also happened to look over; his eyes were still blue.

He brought in a large bowl of food and sat down next to me.

“You’re awake. I know you must be hungry. I’ve cooked you some porridge. I don’t know if this bowl is enough for you.”

"But don't worry, there's plenty more in the pot if it's not enough."

She didn't know that there wasn't much rice when she put it in, but it turned out to be so much after cooking.

Director Feng said the crew would provide meals, so she planned to eat on set.

These porridges were left for Xie Sichen to eat.

"Do you want to eat by yourself or do you need me to feed you?" Shen Hua asked politely.

She asked casually, and given Xie Sichen's health, he should be able to eat by himself after a whole night.

"Then I'll have to trouble you, but I don't have the strength in my hands."

Chen Hua: ...

Is it true or false?

Seeing that he didn't seem to be lying, I took the big bowl and fed him with a spoon.

"Ah, open your mouth."

Xie Sichen: ...

His eyes twitched, but he still opened his mouth and put a mouthful of porridge into it.

Before he could even begin to appreciate it, he looked at the painting with some shock.

"W-what's wrong?"