After changing clothes and coming out, Xi Mohan had already prepared breakfast, not Western style, but genuine Chinese cuisine.
A pot of fragrant millet porridge and a few side dishes were all laid out on the dining table.
Ning Wan subconsciously swallowed, and her already hungry stomach felt even hungrier.
Xi Mohan took a few tissues to wipe the water off his hands, glanced at Ning Wan standing there, and opened his mouth casually, "Aren't you hungry?"
Ning Wan looked up at him, her heart was nagging her. After all, she had thrown a tantrum last night, and not only was he not angry, he even made breakfast for her this morning...
Ultimately, she felt somewhat guilty inside.
However, she didn't say anything in the end, because she was indeed too hungry, so she simply sat down.
