The original method is very simple, just add rice and water to boil it. He bent his eyebrows, that little woman actually likes to eat such a thing without technical content.

He added water to the pot and filled it with rice in the kitchen for half a day. Then the fire started, and he sat on one side and waited.

Some bored, he took out his mobile phone to turn over.

I don't know how long later, aunt Zhou got up in the middle of the night and was a little thirsty. When she wanted to drink water, she saw the light in the kitchen was on. Startled, didn't you turn off the light?

No, she remembers very well that the light was off.

She went over doubtfully and saw the pot and the fire on the stove at first. She turned her head in surprise and saw Ji Chengyan lying on the table asleep.

She was so relieved that she thought she was senile.

She sighed, went to the gas stove and opened the lid. The pot was full of rice and a little water. It's just a strange shape. Rice is not like rice. It's too thin. Porridge is not like porridge. It's too dry.

It even added many other things, such as medlar and lotus seeds.

Aunt Zhou, who has been cooking for so many years, knows that young master is planning to cook porridge.

She took the lid of the pot and stood there for a long time, sighing.

Naturally, she knew that the young master of her family didn't like porridge. She was a child. It's always said that porridge has no taste and is not good to drink. However, after a Miss Lin came to the family, she always felt something was wrong when she didn't drink porridge. She always asked them to drink porridge.

Of course, the family's favorite porridge is Miss Lin.

However, the young master is now cooking porridge in the kitchen by himself in the middle of the night I Miss Miss Miss Lin. Why did he suffer?

If you had known today, why should you have known at the beginning.

Her silly young master.

Aunt Zhou thought as she fished out the extra rice, and then added some water to it again to make up for the porridge.

Just as she was cleaning up the kitchen, Ji Cheng Yan, who was sleeping on the table, woke up. He looked up at Aunt Zhou's busy, and for a moment he was in a trance.

I don't know why, I suddenly remember that Lin an an once cooked noodles for him. He didn't know what was wrong. Since he left the hotel, his mind was full of Lin An'an. He had been dreaming about her for a while when he was asleep.

It's crazy.

Aunt Zhou looked back at him and said with a smile, "young master, are you awake?"

Ji Cheng Yan said, "how did you wake up?"

"When I got up to drink water, I saw the young master cooking porridge in the kitchen." Aunt Zhou said, "how do you remember to cook porridge?"

Why do you want to cook porridge? He didn't know. He just wanted to drink. He got up from his chair and went to the stove

"Soon. Young master, I have a little more water Aunt Zhou said behind him, "young master, after cooking this porridge, will you send some to miss Lin tomorrow? She can't drink her own porridge outside. This porridge is better cooked by yourself. "

Ji Cheng Yan Leng, turned around and asked her: "give her porridge?"

"Yes, young master." Aunt Zhou is smiling.

Ji Cheng nodded: "good."

"Well, I'll find a bento box for you tomorrow."

"Well." He answered.

"By the way, young master, have you washed this rice before cooking porridge?" Aunt Zhou asked as she tidied up.

"Do you want to wash the rice?" He frowned.

“……” Aunt Zhou is a little worried about Lin An'an, who will have porridge tomorrow.