“You... you made millet porridge” Both Li Zhenye and Yi Lingling exclaimed almost simultaneously, their voices rising in pitch.,Li Yi placed three bowls of congee on the table. Seeing his father and mother standing there, looking at him with hesitation, he couldn't help but smile.,Just looking at these photos, Li Yi's mind suddenly flashed with some images. They were movie scenes, very clear and distinct. He could even recall watching the entire film at home in another world!。