My Mate Makes Me Hate Studies Chapter 61

The next day, maybe the cold medicine he took before going to bed was too effective, Jarvin Wen slept until nine o'clock and didn't wake up even if he had any dreams.

Grandma was wearing reading glasses and sitting on the sofa knitting a sweater. When she heard footsteps on the wooden floor, she turned around and asked, "Xiaoxiao, are you up? Does your throat still hurt? Come on, say something to grandma?"

Jarvin Wen stepped on his slippers and scratched his sleep-messy hair, "Ah---"

Grandma was amused and commented: "Your throat is still hoarse. I've put the medicine on the table for you. Continue taking it today. There's lean meat porridge in the pot. Try it. After that, check to see if the fire is turned off. I can't remember when you got up. It seems that you turned on a low fire to keep warm?"

Sitting at the dining table with a bowl in hand, the aroma of lean meat porridge tempted her appetite. Seeing that the sweater in her grandmother's hand had been knitted for the most part, Jarvin Wen ate half a bowl of porridge in a few mouthfuls, holding the porcelain spoon, "I have to go out this afternoon."