"Alright, I'll start cooking the porridge first!"
Du Guangning immediately nodded and turned to get busy.
Hu Zhihai, who had been following Jiang Yu to the kitchen, pouted and couldn't help but grumble:
"Lao Jiang, you promised me this morning, to make a little extra and save a portion for me. I didn't eat much at noon just to have a bite of this."
"Fine, I'll save you some, just don't bother me here."
Jiang Yu turned around to glare at him and then continued with his work,
"If you're feeling too idle, go into the private room and chat with the family members there. Don't give them the hope that I can cure their illness; I'm not a doctor."
"Alright then, I'll go and talk to them. Honestly, these people, it's like they're clutching at straws. I've explained so clearly to them..."
Hu Zhihai mumbled discontentedly and, before turning away, as if remembering something, said to Jiang Yu,
