"What's the matter?" Bai Ling frowned, not understanding why he stood motionless at the door of the kitchen, with an unknown light in his deep eyes. She touched her hair for the first time, "Is there a problem?"

This was Wen Ruyu's first time cooking, and he cut the fruit himself.

In Wen's house, he didn't have to do anything, and Han Xin was always by his side. Han Xin was like his deacon, and everything would be taken care of for him, including cooking, of course.

In order to cater to the picky Wen Ruyu's taste, Han Xin personally took the chef certificate in several countries before meeting Wen Ruyu's requirements.

It can be seen that when Wen Ruyu said that the porridge he made was okay, it meant that the taste was already good.

After cleaning herself up for a bit, she went to sleep directly when she arrived here at night. Hearing what Wen Ruyu said, Bai Ling was stunned, "Was there food in my room?"

Wen Ruyu looked at Bai Ling's bewildered look, and laughed inwardly, "I brought you something at ten o'clock last night, and you answered me!”

At that time, she was lying on the bed covered with a quilt, but her voice was very clear, thinking that she was still not asleep.