“Alright.

Bryson’s tone softened as he spoke into the phone.

“I have to go to a meeting now.

Don’t forget to eat the porridge.

“Okay… Thank you, Mr.

Mitchell…”

Once she hung up, Hannah sat dazed on her bed, phone in hand.

Why had Bryson sent her porridge out of the blue?

Shortly after ending the call, the doorbell chimed its arrival.

Hannah hastened to greet her visitor.

was Bryson’s chauffeur, wearing a warm grin

at Bamer Restaurant to get

for your skin and

in porridge

the mornings, and people started

guard, Hannah said, “Um… Thank

chauffeur gave her the insulated container

insisted that you eat it

“Thank you.

dismissing the chauffeur, Hannah lifted the lid of the insulated container, inhaling the comforting scent of

the container were a small jar of porridge and a

blended harmoniously with the scent of the bamboo, and the congee was impeccably cooked, free from any

dishes, equally

the porridge and other dishes on the table but found she had no

still lingered in her stomach, causing

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