“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.

Bryson’s chauffeur, wearing a warm

Moore, I waited at Bamer Restaurant to get this freshly

your skin and

Restaurant specialized in porridge made

only in the mornings, and people started lining up an

guard, Hannah

the insulated container and smiled, “I’m just

insisted that you eat it while

“Thank you.

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

were a small jar of porridge and a

with the scent of the bamboo, and the congee was

additional dishes, equally refined,

arranged the porridge and other dishes on the table

night still lingered in her stomach, causing mild

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