Without turning around or pausing what he was doing, Seth Quinn replied, "That's okay. Just go sit in the dining room."
Clara Grant pressed her lips together. She looked like she wanted to say something, but in the end, she said nothing and turned to go to the dining room.
She had just sat down when Seth Quinn came in carrying two bowls of porridge. He set one in front of her and the other across the table, then walked around and sat down opposite her.
Clara Grant stared at the bowl for a good while. 'Is this... millet porridge or steamed millet rice? It's a little too thick, isn't it?'
"What? Don't you like it?" Seth Quinn knew he hadn't gotten the proportions right; he had used too much millet. But he figured that for his first attempt, getting the porridge to this state was already pretty good.
Despite this, he still watched Clara Grant, a hint of nervousness in his gaze.
Clara Grant blinked and looked up. "I like it. It looks... like it should taste really good."
