"Huh, why does it smell like medicine again? Also, Bin, all your other dishes look so good. Why does this porridge look a bit off? Did you get careless at the end?" Xia Shixuan looked at the porridge with some disdain. "Forget it, I'm on a diet lately. I won't have any. You guys go ahead."
"Alright, Shi Qing, pass me your bowl." 'If you don't want any, fine. You'll be begging for it later,' Shen Yibin thought, not taking it to heart. He took Li Shiqing's bowl and ladled some for her. Soon, only a thin layer was left at the bottom of the tureen.
"It tastes a little bitter, but it becomes very fragrant after the bitterness fades," Sun Qian said as she ate. "Bin, is this a medicated porridge? What are its specific effects?"
