Ever since Song Qing was fiddling with the millet porridge in the kitchen, Yuanyang had noticed her actions.

Although she didn't know what Song Qing was doing in the kitchen, she still hid in the dark and observed quietly.

After all, there was nothing left in the kitchen, and Song Qing went to the kitchen and lit a fire, apparently preparing to cook.

Song Qing's actions made Yuanyang's jaw drop in surprise.

At that time, anything that could be found would be destroyed in an instant.

Song Qing stayed in the kitchen for so long, and it seemed that he was cooking some complicated food.

When the aroma of millet porridge came from the kitchen, Yuanyang was surprised to find that Song Qing actually had a private stash of millet that could be used to cook porridge.

However, after seeing the millet porridge in the pot, Yuanyang could no longer take his eyes away.

All her attention was focused on the bowl of millet porridge in the pot.

A thin and small girl like her is extremely unappreciated here, and it is good enough for her to be able to get some food on weekdays.

At this time, she had been hungry for two days, and her eyes turned red when she saw the bowl of millet porridge.

In Yuanyang's mind, he kept imagining that the millet porridge would enter his stomach and give him a full meal.

Although the millet porridge cooked by Song Qing was clear and thin, it was probably because there was not much millet to begin with, so it was already good enough to be cooked like this.

But in the eyes of Yuanyang, this millet porridge is the most delicious thing in the world.

Her footsteps kept moving towards Song Qing, but her eyes never left the bowl of millet porridge on the stove.

At this time, Song Qing was so focused on Xiaomi Zhou's condition that he didn't notice someone coming in behind him.

It was not until Yuanyang snatched the millet porridge on the stove that Song Qing was shocked. Someone actually dared to snatch his porridge so blatantly.

But by the time he reacted, Yuanyang had already run out of the kitchen, drinking the bowl of porridge.

When Song Qing chased out again, Yuanyang had already finished drinking the small bowl of porridge, and even licked the few grains of rice left around it clean.

Seeing that the millet porridge that he had saved for so long and had finally cooked had gone into Yuanyang's stomach, Song Qing was so angry that he was shaking all over.

She never imagined that such a little girl could be so bold!

However, the porridge had already quickly entered Yuanyang's stomach, and he couldn't let Yuanyang spit out the porridge.

Afterwards, Song Qing was so angry that he ordered his men to beat Yuanyang severely.

If Yuanyang's father was not a strong laborer in the village, and if he was not the main force when he went out hunting or robbing, Song Qing would never let him go.

However, Yuanyang's father also knew that his daughter had made a big mistake, so he kept pleading for Yuanyang in front of Su Chengyi.

After all, Song Qing had already announced in the village that he cooked this bowl of millet porridge just to nourish Su Chengyi's body.

When the mandarin duck was extremely hungry, it actually ate the boss's food into its own stomach, which aroused everyone's anger.

In the end, Yuanyang's father ran to the mountains alone. After two days, he caught a snow rabbit and handed it to Su Chengyi, thus saving Yuanyang from the crisis of being sentenced to death.

However, his father had a very dangerous time hunting in the mountains, and his legs were frozen, so he walked with a limp.

Since then, Song Qing was particularly cautious every time he prepared special meals for Su Chengyi, for fear that the food he had saved with great difficulty would end up in someone else's stomach.

This time, she cooked a bowl of millet porridge and brought it to Su Chengyi.

Fortunately, nothing happened on the way, and she successfully brought the bowl of millet porridge to Su Chengyi's room.

But as soon as she pushed the door open, she saw Ruyi sitting beside Su Chengyi's bed, her upper body leaning forward, almost sticking to Su Chengyi.

Su Chengyi and Ruyi in front of him instantly became a sharp weapon to attack him.

Song Qing, who was directly struck by the scene, changed his expression instantly and shouted at Ruyi with a sullen face.

"What are you doing? Are you trying to murder Brother Yi like this?"

The ambiguous postures of Ruyi and Su Chengyi made Song Qing's brain go blank in an instant.

She rushed straight into the room, but suddenly tripped over the threshold, then lost her balance and fell forward.

However, just as his body was in the air, his subconscious reaction was not the pain he was about to face, but the millet porridge in her hand, which she was afraid would be lost.

He fell straight forward, and the bowl of millet porridge also flipped forward with his body, and was about to tilt and smash onto the ground.

“Ah, my millet porridge!”

Song Qing screamed loudly. If someone who didn't know the situation heard the scream, they would think she was being tortured.

She just watched helplessly as the bowl of millet porridge was thrown out of her hand, then went through a parabola and fell straight to the ground.

At this moment, Song Qing's heart flew out with the bowl of millet porridge.

"It's over. Now the millet porridge I've been saving for a long time is going to go to waste."

Her heart instantly sank.

Just as the bowl of millet porridge was about to fall to the ground, it was suddenly caught by a pair of hands.

It turned out that Ruyi saw Song Qing tripped by the door and lost his balance, and suddenly thought "not good" in her heart.

Then, she watched helplessly as a bowl slipped out of Song Qing's hand and then fell straight to the ground. He didn't know where his reaction came from, but he instantly jumped up from the bed and pounced on the bowl of millet porridge that had slipped out of Song Qing's hand.

Finally, before the millet porridge touched the ground, Ruyi held it firmly in her hand.

At this time, Song Qing had already closed his eyes out of fear.

She anticipated that with your falling momentum, the millet porridge in your hand would surely fall to the ground and shatter into pieces.

With this awareness, she subconsciously closed her eyes, not daring to look at the tragic result.

However, the sound of the bowl falling to the ground that she expected did not come, and after a moment, she finally had the courage to open her eyes to check the situation.

It was not until she opened her eyes and looked forward that she saw a pair of hands holding the bowl of millet porridge.

The millet porridge in the bowl was still lying in the bowl at this time, with very little splashing on the ground.

Although the surface of the millet porridge was a little rippled, the fluctuation was not big, and at least it didn't spill onto the ground.