"I swear I won't eat anything at night again!"
In the morning, Shen Jiayue yawned, feeling a bit uncomfortable in her stomach.
Last night, she ate too much food made with the air fryer. Even though it's not deep-fried, overeating still burdens the stomach.
Plus, after Shu Yun and the others came over, everyone was drinking beer and adding new ingredients, making every single person overstuffed.
Lin Xu, who was brushing his teeth, spat out the foam from his mouth:
"I'll make some porridge later, drinking porridge is good for the stomach..."
"Thanks, Xu Baobao... If only the air fryer could cook porridge, that would be great."
Lin Xu rinsed his mouth and said with a smile:
"It can cook porridge, but that kind of cooker doesn't use hot air; it heats from the bottom. It also has another name: a rice cooker."
"Xu Baobao, you're so bad, I thought it was real."
Shen Jiayue hugged Lin Xu's back, rubbing her head, still wanting to sleep more.
