Zhong Jiawei held a bag in her hand, from which wafted a faint fragrance.,Jiang Zhihao knew that it was filled with the roast duck he had been craving.,Jiang Zhihao didn't defend himself, and changed the subject: "Let's have congee for dinner tonight. Your stomach isn't doing well, so I'll cook the rice very soft, it might take a little longer."。