Meanwhile, Ye Xuan had returned, and she put down a tray with a bowl of hot porridge on the stone table in the courtyard as she said with a light smile, "Big Brother Duan, you haven't eaten for so long, so you'll surely be unable to digest rice… So I made some millet porridge for you."
"Thank you." Duan Ling Tian's appetite was greatly aroused as he smelt the fragrance of the porridge, and after he sat down before the table, he started drinking the porridge. The taste of the porridge was extremely nice and was obviously cooked attentively.
"Little Xuan, your culinary skill isn't bad… Whoever marries you in the future will surely enjoy a happy life." Duan Ling Tian smiled.
But in next to no time, Duan Ling Tian noticed that his joke caused a wisp of a bitter smile to appear on the corners of Ye Xuan's mouth when she heard it.
"Little Xuan, what's wrong? Did I say something wrong?" Duan Ling Tian was stunned.