Xiao Bailu served a big bowl of congee with dried scallops and mushrooms, grinding fine Himalayan pink salt to season it.
"Is this... just congee?" Huo Tingzun couldn't believe his eyes.
The aroma of the food, so fragrant, yet it was just a simple bowl of congee.
But, the aroma that wafted over surpassed all the delicacies he had tasted in his life.
"What, you don't like it? If you don't like it, don't eat it. I didn't make any for you anyway." Xiao Bailu pursed her lips. She only made two small bowls.
Huo Tingzun took a deep breath, strode into the kitchen, grabbed the two bowls of congee and left, without looking back.
Xiao Bailu waved the ladle: "Hey, hey, that's my congee... wait, I haven't finished adding the salt yet..."
Huo Tingzun: "..."
Without saying a word, he started eating it at the table, stuffing his mouth with large bites.
The hotel's fast food was the worst thing he'd ever tasted.
He couldn't endure it any longer after a whole day.
