Ning Qing had just finished cooking the porridge when the front door opened, and the little girl went to the entrance to change her shoes.

Ning Qing looked at her and said, "I just finished cooking some porridge, why don't you try it?"

I also put a bowl of porridge on the table.

She walked over with a smile, "Brother Ning's porridge must be delicious."

Ning Qing gently flicked her forehead, "You're so sweet-talking. You haven't even tasted it yet, and you already know it's delicious."

The little girl replied with a smile, "I can tell how delicious the porridge is just by smelling it, hehe."

"Okay, eat quickly."

"Okay, Brother Ning."

Ning Qing carried the porridge back to her room, where she was greeted by a handsome, dark face.

He placed the porridge on the table, walked over and sat on the bed, pinched Fang Qingyang's chin and lifted it slightly, then leaned down and kissed his red lips.

She asked softly, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Fang Qingyang snorted coldly and turned his face away from Ning Qing.

Ning Qing panicked a little and reached out to pull off the other person's clothes to check if she had accidentally hurt him.

Fang Qingyang misunderstood Ning Qing's meaning, thinking that the other party wanted to continue, and roared angrily, "You surnamed Ning, are you ever going to stop?! You still want to do it? Aren't you afraid of dying from exhaustion?"

Ning Qing stopped what she was doing. "I didn't intend to continue."

Fang Qingyang's face flushed red. "Then what were you trying to do just now?"

Ning Qing, "I just wanted to... see if you were hurt."

Fang Qingyang snorted again, "Who is that girl outside?"

Ning Qing could only reply half-truthfully, "This is a friend's sister. My friend passed away and asked me to take care of his sister."

Fang Qingyang was still uneasy after hearing the explanation. "Then why don't you bring her home to take care of her?"

Ning Qing nodded, unwilling to speak ill of others, but she couldn't remain silent, so she simply said, "His father is a scoundrel. He couldn't leave the girl at home, so he had to bring her over to take care of her."

Fang Qingyang said sourly, "Then she still wants to eat and live with you? I don't care, I want to live here too."

Ning Qing readily agreed, partly because the little brat was being targeted by that ghost, and she felt more at ease only by keeping him under her watchful eye.

Ning Qing picked up the bowl of porridge and handed it to Fang Qingyang, saying, "I just made this."

Fang Qingyang took it, and seeing that it looked pretty good, he looked at Ning Qing in surprise, "You can even cook porridge?"

Ning Qing raised an eyebrow. "I know a lot more. You'll find out later."

Fang Qingyang lowered his head and took a sip. Hmm, how should I put it? It smells pretty good and looks decent, but it tastes a bit strange.

Fang Qingyang looked up at Ning Qing and asked, "What did you put in the porridge?"

Ning Qing answered truthfully, "Rice, water, meat, and seasonings."

Ning Qing asked with sparkling eyes, "Is it delicious?"

Under the gaze of those bright, sparkling eyes, Fang Qingyang could only nod and say, "It's delicious."

It's not bad to drink, but something just feels off, though I can't quite put my finger on what it is.

Fang Qingyang could only conclude that: food cooked by ghosts might taste different from food cooked by humans.

The thought of a ghost cooking porridge for me fills me with joy and warmth.

A smile gradually spread across his face, and the porridge tasted uniquely delicious.

Ning Qing was unaware of Fang Qingyang's inner thoughts; she only saw him smiling as he drank his porridge, his smile gradually widening.

I secretly made a mental note of it: the little rascal really loves the porridge I make, so I must make more porridge for him in the future.