chapter 92 past events

After Xuan Yi finished the porridge, he lay down on the lounge chair next to the elm tree and patted his abdomen slowly with his palms, feeling very comfortable.

He picked up the wine pot on the ground, took a sip, and said, "It would be great if I could drink a bowl of porridge cooked by Nasir every morning."

"Brother Damian, he is secretly cooking porridge here without telling you."

"Nasir would not do this. You must have misunderstood him."

"Shh! Brother...