Chen Xiaobei stood up with difficulty, picked up Chu Hongyu, and temporarily placed her in the bedroom. He still hadn't decided where to put her; following him was not safe.
While pondering, a burnt smell suddenly wafted out from the kitchen.
He saw the pot had already burned dry, inside it was a mass of blackened, scorched substance.
"Geez! Even though you're very beautiful, I didn't expect you can't even cook."
Images of Chu Hongyu clumsily cooking in the kitchen before Xu Quanrong barged in surfaced in his mind.
He scooped out the congee, took a bite with a spoon; the burnt taste was pungent, but Chen Xiaobei remained expressionless, eating it one bite at a time until it was gone.
Then he put down the bowl and spoon with a snap.
"Unexpectedly, it's quite delicious..."
He placed the pot and bowl back where they were, calmly said.
Then he made a phone call to Jiang Hongchun, who spoke indifferently: "What's up, Xiaobei?"
