Shangguan Xiu didn't say anything, just smiled with great excitement. He scooped another spoonful and brought it to her lips again: "Since it's delicious, you need to finish this whole bowl. You can also eat my portion. I remember you love sweet things, so I specifically asked them to add a lot of sugar."
An Xiaomian held back the discomfort and smiled at him, then ate the second spoonful he fed her. Still, in her heart, she thought—turns out, he mistook salt for sugar.
Could it be that when he was cooking the porridge, no one was supervising him?
No, that doesn't make sense. As the young master, it's rare for him to step foot in the kitchen, so he definitely wouldn't let anyone oversee him. Otherwise, it'd hurt his dignity.
The more An Xiaomian thought about it, the more she couldn't suppress her urge to laugh. In the end, she completely ignored the salty taste of the porridge and ate spoonful after spoonful of the overly salty porridge Shangguan Xiu was feeding her.
