She relaxed a little, smiling at him. "It'll be ready in just a minute. How do you like your eggs",Xu Qinghuan hurriedly shook her head, trying to pull her burned hand back, "It's okay! It's just a small burn.",After Fu Yan finished her meal, she gracefully wiped her thin lips. She was still frowning, thinking about it, and there was still half a bowl of porridge left.。