Can I Sleep with You in My Arms?

Soon, William brought a bowl of freshly cooked congee to the bedside. Knowing Valentina was picky and probably a bit of a germaphobe, he said, "I've cleaned the cooking utensils many times. They are very clean." Then he cooled down the congee and began to feed her. After a few spoonfuls, Valentina blurted out, "It's not fully cooked." William was taken aback. He thought that there was no technique required to cook congee, a bland food item, so he had not asked her if the congee was to her liking. He never thought he could fail at cooking a simple congee. He took a spoonful of the individual grains of congee into his own mouth and found out that the rice was undercooked. "I’ll cook it a bit more." "No need." She then asked, "What will you eat?" "I've cooked quite a bit. I’ll eat after you finish." "Then... cook it a bit more." William chuckled, "Alright." He re-cooked the congee, which finally was cooked enough this time, but unfortunately, it turned out to be pasty. William tasted it a