She no longer relies on sound and vision to identify Luo Chen, but on smell.

Luo Chen no longer had to spray disinfectant on his body to cover up the smell on his body, and returned to his original appearance, so Qingwan could smell the smell on Luo Chen at this time.

His scent is unique, slightly bitter but fragrant, and has a sunny smell.

However, recently this taste has always been mixed with various scents of soup, which makes her smile bitterly.

Di Luochen took the initiative to hold Lu Qingwan's hand, carried Lu Qingwan to the dining table, and let her lean against the soft cushion.

The soup has cooled a little, just enough to put it in your mouth, and it won't burn your mouth, and drinking it will make your stomach feel comfortable.

Lu Qingwan said, "I'll do it myself."

Di Luochen handed her the spoon. When she held the spoon, his hand held Qingwan's hand and helped Qingwan hand the soup to her mouth. After repeating it five times, he tried to let go.

Qingwan, who remembered her feelings, began to use a spoon to scoop the soup and put it in her mouth.

Although some soup would leak on the table during the process, it was cleaned up by Di Luochen with a handkerchief.

After drinking a lot of drinks, Lu Qingwan asked, "Is there any soup? Is it more? It's just two more times, only a little bit is just a little bit."

However, Emperor Luochen called Lu Qingwan twelve times.

Lu Qingwan understood what Di Luochen meant, which meant that there were twelve spoons left of her soup.

Luo Chen has great eyes. Sometimes, just visual inspection can accurately calculate the relevant data.

Anyway, she knew Luo Chen's excellence very well.

She was also proud of Luo Chen's power.

Lu Qingwan took the initiative to say to Di Luochen: "Luochen, can I feed you too? Let me give you a try... If I feed you poorly, you can wake me up with your hands, okay?"

Di Luochen told Lu Qingwan the distance between him and Tang in the way just now, and asked Lu Qingwan to try it out.

Emperor Luochen was close to Lu Qingwan. In this way, Lu Qingwan would feed the soup to his mouth very conveniently.

The first few spoons were missed, and most of them were sprinkled on Di Luochen's clothes or on the table. After all, even if a person is blind, the way he feeds himself is different from that of others, and the feeling is also different.

But Di Luochen did not remind Qingwan.

On the contrary, Qingwan was very careful every time she fed Di Luochen with a spoon, for fear that she would not do well.

When she felt the spoon being bitten with force and then let go, she knew that Di Luochen took a sip.

She would ask, "Luo Chen, how about it? Did I miss the feed? Have you drunk all of it?"

And Di Luochen would kiss her and "tell" her that she did a good job.

Lu Qingwan would smile happily, "That's fine. But if I don't do well, you must tell me, do you know? Don't hide it from me."

Di Luochen touched her head.

Lu Qingwan happened to feed him twelve spoons, just right.

Lu Qingwan also took the initiative to take out the handkerchief that had been put on her body and gently stretched it over. Di Luochen tacitly turned his face over and let Lu Qingwan wipe it.

Lu Qingwan smiled even happier.

She didn't need Di Luochen to ask, but instead said: "Luochen, this corn shrimp soup is really delicious. Sure enough, your skills are the best. Next time, I want to drink winter melon rib soup, is it OK? Let's drink it together."
Chapter completed!