"For example, what you like and what you don't like, that's all."

Zhen Shan's eyebrows arched, "There are a lot of things I like, well, there are also a lot of things I don't like."

"It's okay. Let's talk slowly in the future."

She smiled and nodded.

"Are you still feeling sick to your stomach? Let me cook you some porridge."

"that……"

"No trouble," Song Jingcheng said with a smile, got up and walked to the kitchen.

However, when he looked at the empty refrigerator with only fruits and milk, his head hurt.

Zhen Shan stood outside the kitchen, stuck his head out, and rarely blushed, "Well, I can't cook, so buying those things is a waste, so..."

Song Jingcheng looked at her in surprise.
Chapter completed!