On the way back, Mo Chu was in a very low state, most of them stayed in the room, and they didn't even want to go outside to see the sea.

One afternoon, the person suddenly had a fever and could not eat anything.

Mo Qingyan used pork bones and chicken bones to boil a pot of thick soup, and then put in millet, mushrooms, and fresh things to boil a soft, fresh and salty porridge.

Mo Chu leaned weakly into his arms.

He fed slowly, spoonful by spoonful, with gentle movements without the slightest impatience.

A bowl of rice porridge gradually bottomed out.

She raised her eyes slightly, looking at his side face, at this moment, there was an inexplicable peace of mind.

This scene was unforgettable for a long time and remembered it in her bones......

Chapter 232 of "The Price of the City's Durian Was Raised by Mo Shao's Kneeling" Chapter 232 The best porridge I have ever drunk is being hit by my hand, please wait a moment,

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