Chapter 1588

Zhou Jingbo picked up the porridge and fed it to Tang Zhi one spoonful at a time.

Tang Zhi nodded with satisfaction and said, "Well, it tastes good."

The corners of Zhou Jingbo's mouth twitched. "Of course, you're so picky... This was made by the chef you brought with you."

"Is that so?"

Tang Zhi gr...