C291 Emotive Token

Huang Xing gave Fu Jie another bowl of congee and offered it up.

However, Fu Jie was unwilling to move the ladle, and could only sigh while staring at the bowl of steaming hot food.

After Huang Xing read for a long time, he finally understood what Fu Jie meant by his silence. Therefore, he quickly sat down, scooped a spoonful of porridge with his spoon, blew on it with his mouth