The more Chloe Bennett thought about it, the deeper the smile on her lips became.
There was also Julian.
He had once said that the white porridge she cooked was a hundred times better than the fresh fish porridge Naomi made.
But at that very moment, Ethan Blackwood suddenly asked, “Is white porridge difficult to cook?”
“What?”
Chloe froze.
Why was this so different from what she had expected?
Shouldn’t Ethan be praising her for being thoughtful and virtuous?
Instead… she actually caught a flicker of distaste in his eyes.
“Chloe, I don’t like plain porridge,” Ethan said, frowning, his expression complicated. “Don’t make it again. The doctor said people with weak stomachs shouldn’t drink too much of it.”
“But you clearly said before that the porridge I cook is better than necta
