It must be said that sick people tend to have a good impression of the people who take care of them, and Xia Ruoming is no exception. For a moment, she was really moved by Xu Fengwu. If it weren't for this Miss Xu who brought the pot of food she made to her...

"I say... Miss Xu... what is this thing..." Xia Ruoming looked at the thing in front of her that was partially black and the rest was a mushy mess. It looked like the common food in the world that the King in Yellow and Cthulhu shared. She didn't know what to say, and after a long silence she finally asked.

"Uh... porridge, it should be porridge." Xu Fengwu's tone was a little uncertain. In fact, she knew that her cooking skills were limited to making sandwiches, toasting toast and the like, but she still wanted to give it a try.

After supporting her forehead, Xia Ruoming felt that all her previous feelings were in vain. She even felt that her high fever had improved a lot. She wanted to get up and cook for herself. Although this thing was not very mushy, it looked like the mushy that the trolls ate. She had expected Xu Fengwu to make breakfast for her.

But having said that, she still felt warm in her heart that this young lady would take the initiative to cook for her.

At one point, she actually picked up a spoon to taste the strange stuff in the pot.

When Xu Fengwu saw this, she immediately grabbed the spoon. She couldn't bear to see Xia Ruoming have problems with her food again. After sticking out her tongue to act cute, Xu Fengwu took the pot of troll soup away, then ran out and went downstairs to buy breakfast for Xia Ruoming.