Chenxing's fried love egg looks better, well, let's make do with this.
Hua Hua finished making breakfast and ran to the gym to work out, worked up a sweat, then went for a shower. At this moment, Ling Yin woke up groggily and found in the kitchen a steaming pot of white rice porridge.
While eating breakfast, Ling Yin accidentally stuffed himself.
Hua Hua was almost speechless: "You can't eat that much, why force yourself?"
"Afraid I won't get to eat it again."
Hua Hua paused, then suddenly laughed: "That's right, don't even think about me cooking for you every day. I'm just practicing my cooking skills occasionally. Normally, you have to cook for me, otherwise, I'll be in the red."
Ling Yin felt more and more that even being stuffed was okay: "Can't waste it."
"How is it wasted? I cooked so much, part of it was for Mao Mao, and you've scraped the pot clean, Mao Mao has nothing to eat now."
