Jin Ze, who was rushed to avoid, did not leave in a hurry, but looked him up and down with suspicious eyes, as if he was making an assessment.

"I really can." Qi Ziyuan's face turned even redder, and he emphasized it again and again, and the other party nodded and left.

"You sleep for a while, I'll make porridge." Jin Ze helped him close the door before leaving.

After changing clothes, just lying down under the quilt, just closing my eyes and brewing sleep, I suddenly remembered that in order to prevent the ingredients from rotting, I had already emptied all the refrigerators at home in advance after determining that the work schedule would be very busy, and the whole grains such as rice and millet that had not been eaten much had been eaten for a long time were simply not replenished.

It was difficult for a good woman to cook without rice, and the child Jin Ze also said that he would make porridge for him to drink, but he was afraid that he would not be able to find anything

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