Cui Hao had just left when Zhong Hailan came out with a bowl of pork porridge. "You drank so much last night," she said. "For lunch today, your punishment is porridge, and only porridge."
"Yes, ma'am, Mrs. Zhong."
It was rare for Mrs. Zhong not to nag him.
Xue Yang took the porridge and began to eat it.
"If you weren't my son, I wouldn't have even put any meat in here for you."
He coughed.
Good, now this is the Mrs. Zhong I know.
"Xiao Xi, I've already heated lunch and set it on the table. Go on and eat before you starve."
"Okay, thank you, Auntie."
"You dear child, you took care of this rascal of a boy all night, and I haven't even thanked you, yet here you are thanking me. Come and eat." She then gave Xue Yang a playful glare. "You aren't allowed any."
Holding his bowl of porridge, Xue Yang followed them into the dining room. The table was laden with a full spread of dishes. There were meat and vegetable dishes, and even a fragrant lotus root, corn, and pork rib soup.
