After Xia Ran took a bath, although her brain was awake, her body was even weaker. She slowly walked out of the bathroom, waiting for Meng Meng who had been outside to step forward and help her. Xia Ran did not want to lie on the bed, so she sat on the sofa. Just when she sat down, she smelled a light and familiar lemon scent. Her body became stiff, and she reached out and stroked the back of the sofa.
“Madam, you must be hungry, I made the porridge, you can try it.” Aunt Li brought the porridge up at this moment.
The color of the porridge is good, but the mushrooms, carrots and other auxiliary materials inside are very messy. Xia Ran picked up the blue and white porcelain soup spoon, scooped a spoon, and stirred gently for a while before lowering his eyelids.
“Aunt Li, you used to not often cook at home, did you?”
“Huh?” Xia Ran suddenly came. Aunt Li almost never recovered, but Meng Meng, who was standing next to her, touched her with an elbow and asked her to see the porridge in the bowl. Aunt Li suddenly awakened.
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