Chapter 7, Vegetable Porridge

"So terrible... don't eat it anymore..." Murong Liuyue regretted why he didn't pour the porridge out.

Indeed, she has become a completely different person, to the extent that they almost believe that another soul resides within her body

"It's alright, go ahead." Murong Yubing still wore an innocent and sweet smile as she waved goodbye to Murong Liuye.

Murong Liunye is in a predicament now. Can I tell her that the porridge was a failure? Will she be very disappointed? Damn it! Why did he come to cook porridge in the first place? She will be disappointed, right?

Oh my goodness! What kind of vegetable porridge is this? It lacks the expected fragrance, and instead, there is a nauseating burnt smell, with a charred yellow appearance. The vegetables inside are a mushy mess, making it visually unappetizing. The water content is poorly controlled; it is too dry to be called porridge and too wet to be considered rice. It is truly a typical case of being neither rice nor porridge. He feels that the biggest failure in his life is this pot of porridge.

Murong Yubing had finished preparing the last dish and was just about to serve it. However, Murong Liuye looked awkwardly at the vegetable porridge in front of him.

Murong Liuyexie smiled mischievously as he entered, preparing the pot of what could only be described as a porridge that was uncertain in its classification.

What tricks is this woman really playing?

The dinner hour has finally arrived, and naturally, Murong Yuxue and Murong Yushui will not be coming; they do not dare to come. Therefore, the only people seated at the dining table are Murong Liubing and two others.

Only after Murong Liuyun frowned did he look at Murong Yubing with a complicated expression, followed by an even denser disdain. After all, there is no blood relation, so she, like other women, wants to climb into a man's bed, does she? Is that why she deliberately spoke such ambiguous words? Shameless!

Murong Yubing declined the request from Old Yang and the servant to help serve the dishes, as there was a strong sense of happiness in watching the food she prepared being delivered to the person she wanted to protect. She finally understood why in her previous life, they always preferred to be overwhelmed with work rather than allow her to ask the servants for help. This sense of happiness was so comforting

They all have their own foods that they dislike or cannot eat. Many times, even if the chef at home occasionally prepares a few dishes that suit their tastes, it still comes down to who likes what and who can eat what. As for these four dishes, ... without even discussing their taste, just the selection of ingredients is something that all four of them can eat, even the tofu is the yellow Japanese tofu

"Brother, come out quickly and bring my vegetable porridge too. Yu Bing can't wait to eat it anymore." Holding a plate of vegetables, Murong Yu Bing also made a drooling expression.

"Uh ... ... or ... ..." Don't eat anymore. The words had not been finished when Murong Yubing's actions choked them.

Murong Liunye's eyes darkened slightly, and then he curled his lips into a faintly ambiguous smile: "Do you really want to? Won't you regret it? What if it becomes very painful?" Even his words became ambiguous.

"Why isn't Xiaobing eating?" Murong Liuxue called out to Murong Liunye. Observing the seemingly very happy Murong Yubing, Murong Liuxue's eyes darkened slightly, hinting at a dangerous undertone.

This time, everyone twitched their lips, but the problem is that aside from those shortcomings, this porridge has nothing else to offer, right

Murong Yubing was eating the porridge made by Murong Liuye, slowly sinking into memories. At that time, Liuye had also made her vegetable porridge, and it was the first time it was made this way. She remembered that when she first smelled the aroma, she frowned and didn't even touch it, pouring it all out instead. She recalled that the boy's eyes were hazy, wrapped in a layer of mist, yet she still mocked him, saying: "If you can't cook, then don't. It's truly an offense to my eyes." In truth, it was merely her unreasonable fuss; she was curious about what he was doing. When she saw it, he didn't say anything, and it was entirely her own play with others. ... The boy's eyes were hazy, wrapped in a layer of mist, yet she still mocked him, saying: "If you can't cook, then don't. It's truly an offense to my eyes." In truth, it was merely her unreasonable fuss; she was curious about what he was doing. When she saw it, he didn't say anything, and it was entirely her own play with others. ... However, he began to practice making vegetable porridge every day, until one day she truly could not utter insincere words.

At present, Murong Liuye had no choice but to sit down and eat. The only sound at the dining table was the faint noise of Murong Yubing eating porridge. Several times, Murong Liuye could hardly bear to listen; such unpalatable porridge was being spooned into her adorable cherry-like mouth. Surely, this would incur divine wrath.

Hmm, good. In almost an instant, he decided to learn how to make vegetable porridge well, and he must make a very delicious vegetable porridge

Looking at the four dishes on the table, even Murong Liubing's eternally unchanging icy expression showed a slight change, while Murong Liuxue's face also changed subtly. Even Murong Liuyun, who had initially scoffed and turned back to reality, could not help but have a complex look in his eyes.

No, it is very delicious, I really like it. Brother Liu Ye, can you make it for me again next time?" Wiping away her tears, Murong Yubing still wore a sweet smile.

There is indeed, however...

Wow! Brother, you have burnt the porridge! How silly!" With a spoon, Murong Yubing stirred the sticky porridge, laughing in a teasing manner, infused with a sense of mischief.

Gradually, her beautiful eyes became moist, yet the corners of her mouth were smiling

This time, no one responded. Murong Liubing still wore a frozen, expressionless face, quietly picking at her food with her head down. Murong Liuxue maintained her gentle demeanor. Murong Liuyun no longer cast disdainful and contemptuous glances at her, which made Murong Yubing beam with joy.

Murong Yubing elegantly scooped a spoonful with a spoon and gracefully brought it to her mouth, chewing with a sense of tasting: "Hmm... it seems to have been boiled for too long, the rice is a bit mushy and even burnt... Hmm... the vegetables are cut in a way that makes me a bit conflicted, but aside from that, it is basically edible." She nodded with a smile and took another spoonful.

The scene where Murong Liuyan looked at Murong Yubing was like this: she was eating his porridge, tears streaming down her face, yet wearing a smile of absolute happiness. In that moment, it felt as if her heart was tightly tugged by something. At the same time, the other three also witnessed this scene.

The aroma of Murong Liuye's porridge wafted into everyone's noses from two meters away from the dining table, causing almost everyone to raise the corners of their mouths in anticipation of the spectacle, except for the ice-cold, expressionless Murong Liubing.

Almost everyone turned to look at Murong Yubing with somewhat strange expressions upon hearing the middle sentence. Did she really not realize how ambiguous her words were?

It is not very tasty, but can the brothers still show a little consideration for Yubing? Her little heart cannot withstand too much of a blow. It was said in a half-joking manner, yet Murong Yubing still felt quite anxious inside. These small dishes were learned after the death of Liubing in her previous life, as a way to commemorate them and to alleviate her own feelings of guilt and pain. She was unsure whether they would like it here.

Murong Yubing blinked her phoenix eyes and asked, "Did you do it, brother?"

There are only four dishes, all of which are simple home-cooked meals that would never appear on the tables of the wealthy: stir-fried meat with bell peppers, braised eggplant, Japanese tofu, and sweet and sour ribs. They are indeed so ordinary that they have probably never even heard of them, yet it is evident that such a meal would not cost much at all.

That... Murong Liuyue finally poked his head out with a bitter smile and said, "Xiao Bing, let's not have vegetable porridge today." Taking it out would simply be embarrassing.

Now, as I eat, I realize that the taste of the very first bowl of porridge was like this... It was so unappetizing, yet she managed to taste happiness in it

Hmm... I won't eat, I want to save my appetite for the vegetable porridge that Brother Liuye makes. Hmm, speaking of which, why hasn't Brother Liuye come out yet? Brother Liuye!" Murong Yubing raised her voice.

The gazes of several individuals towards Murong Yubing shifted repeatedly, making it impossible to ascertain their true thoughts. Sometimes, just as a notion would arise, she would immediately overturn that notion, yet she still vaguely conveyed the impression that others had of her. Thus, she remained enigmatic and difficult to understand

"I apologize for keeping you all waiting," Murong Yubing said with a sweet smile, and then she naturally served them their meals, as if she did not notice their inquisitive gazes.

"Then let's take it out, no need to waste it, after all, it's my brother's first time, so I must cherish it well," Murong Yubing said with a smile, completely unaware that there was anything wrong with her words. This cannot be blamed on her; in her previous life, she was the leader. Who did she need to chat with? Who did she need to speak to so politely and act innocent with?

I did not expect Murong Yubing to be so direct in expressing herself; I thought she would merely swallow her words with a displeased expression. Moreover, the three words she uttered sounded quite endearing coming from Murong Yubing, but when directed at Murong Liuye, it was exceedingly awkward