When she quickly looked back, she didn't see anything particularly strange in Leng Haodong's eyes. But when she heard him say this, the corners of her eyebrows rose uncontrollably.

What does this mean? What should he feed? When did his hands lose strength? Why did he drive in the afternoon when he lost strength?

Seeing the woman next to him standing straight in front of him without making any movement, Leng Haodong really raised his right hand and waved it weakly in front of Xia Nuanxin, "Look, it's true that there is no

You have the strength. Otherwise, why do you think I keep watching you eat but don’t eat myself?”

When he said this, the expression on Leng Haodong's face was very innocent and pitiful, as if things were really as he said.

Xia Nuan looked down at his hand with doubt, but there was no obvious trauma. Just when she was distressed, Xia Nuan remembered that Leng Haodong had never seemed so weak in front of her... Maybe it was true.

Because you don't have the strength in your hands, right? Looking back at the wound on the bridge of Leng Haodong's nose, Xia Nuanxin sighed and compromised.

When you hurt the bridge of your nose before, maybe you also hurt your hand?

If you think about it this way, it seems that everything can be figured out.

Xia Nuanxin looked away and turned around to go to the kitchen to get the dishes and chopsticks, but Leng Haodong pointed to her dishes and chopsticks, "Don't bother, just use yours."

"...I'd better go get it for you. I've already eaten and it's not clean..." Xia Nuanxin shook her head. Why did she feel so terrible when she gave him the dishes and chopsticks she had used?

"It's okay." Leng Haodong didn't mind, pulled her and sat down.

Turning his eyes, he saw the dumbfounded look of the woman next to him. Leng Haodong pointed to a fish in front of him and said, "Is the fish delicious? I just saw you eating it very happily."

The implication is, I want to eat fish, you pick it up for me.

After understanding Leng Haodong's hidden words, Xia Nuanxin coughed slightly, then stretched out her hand with her chopsticks, picked out a little meat from the belly of the fish, and carefully looked at the plate to make sure there was no fish.

When the fish bones were cooked, he put them in the rice and fed them to Leng Haodong's mouth.

He looked at her serious look, and a deep smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

Following the bowl she handed him, he took a mouthful.

The white rice and the pickled white fish are mixed together and put into the mouth. You don’t even have to do it yourself. You live like a child, with clothes on your hands, rice on your hands, and mouth open... Leng Haodong

He held the mouthful of rice in his mouth and chewed it for a while. After a long time, he looked back at Xia Nuanxin and said with a smile, "It sure tastes good. Zhang Ma's craftsmanship has improved again."

There was nothing inherently wrong with Leng Haodong's words, but in Xia Nuanxin's ears, it had a different taste.

I always feel a little weird feeding him.

Her face turned a little red, Xia Nuanxin stiffened her hands, lowered her eyes and looked at the dining table, constantly looking for the dishes that were about to be fed to Leng Haodong on that group of dazzling dining tables.

Well, at first glance, they all seemed delicious. Xia Nuanxin didn't know where to choose, so she found a few nearby dishes and fed them to Leng Haodong one by one.

Leng Haodong didn't refuse anyone who came, and he swallowed them all very proudly.

Sometimes he would say a few words of praise after eating, but most of the time, he would look back at the woman next to him, his eyes like water and as warm as the March sun. Even Leng Haodong himself did not realize that he and Xia Nuanxin
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