Shen Yanxiao’s mouth remained shut, and the others did not dare to open their mouths either. They could only hold a cup of warm water and pour it into their stomachs. Finally, Yan Yu rose silently and walked very skillfully to the kitchen of the City Lord Residence.

In just a little while, six bowls of porridge overflowing with fragrance were brought out.

One bowl for each person; no one was neglected.

Shen Yanxiao, still somewhat dazed, was finally appeased after eating a bowl of delicious porridge. The trace of impatience on her face had faded.