Bo Leng frowned at the message. Now even internal family matters were devolving into fierce competition?
At this moment, Bo Leng felt he had truly encountered an ingrate. Mo Yinhe was stirring up trouble for him again!
But cooking porridge shouldn't be hard, right?
Bo Leng searched online. It seemed quite simple: just rinse the rice, put it in the rice cooker, add some water, and select the porridge setting.
It was an idiot-proof operation; there was nothing Bo Leng couldn't learn!
Bo Leng called someone into the hospital room. "Go, get a rice cooker and some rice."
"Prince, are you hungry?"
"I'm going to make some porridge."
The guard said, "I'll call someone to cook it and bring it over."
"No need. I'll cook it myself!"
"But your illness..."
"It's much better!"
Ever since Si Mingjing had sent over a medicinal formula, Bo Leng was the first to try the treatment. He felt he was already 99% better...
