Zhan Qingcheng nodded, his eyes barely moving away from Feng Jiuer.
Meeting his gaze, Feng Jiuer pursed her lips, took a spoonful of soup, and leaned forward.
This kind of situation is not surprising to everyone.
The Ninth Prince began to eat, and everyone was no longer polite.
Mu Mu finished a bowl of soup and served Feng Jiuer a bowl casually.
"If you have hands and feet, why do you need someone to serve you?"
After Mu Mu rolled her eyes, Zhan Qingcheng frowned slightly and turned her gaze back to Feng Jiu'er.
He stretched out his big palm, rubbed Feng Jiuer's head, and opened his mouth slightly.
Feng Jiuer didn't say anything, and put the soup into his mouth.
She just wanted to serve her as soon as possible and start eating by herself.
Little Cherry finished the chicken legs in twos and twos, raised her eyes and said, "Jiu'er, didn't you just say you wanted to have a big meal when you came back?"
"Don't worry, these chicken legs are too delicious. You must like them."
As soon as she finished speaking, she stood up, picked up a chicken leg, leaned over and placed it in another bowl in front of Feng Jiuer.
"Try it, you must like it."
Little Cherry said with a smile on her face.
Feng Jiuer was holding a bowl in one hand and a spoon in the other. She just looked down at the chicken legs and her stomach growled.
"You didn't use breakfast?"
"Jiu'er, you don't need breakfast either?"
Two different voices sounded at the same time, the first one was from Zhan Qingcheng, and the second one was from Mu Mu.
Lunch arrived more than half an hour earlier, and now that I am so hungry, most people would think that it is the result of not having breakfast.
Before Feng Jiuer could speak, Little Cherry's voice sounded again: "It's not just that you didn't use breakfast?
We traveled all night last night."
Looking up at Xing Zizhou who had given him a piece of chicken drumstick, Little Cherry picked up his bowl with a smile.
"Originally, we still had dry food, but it was cold and dry. It looked like we had no appetite at all."
"Seeing that we were about to enter the city, we just wanted to endure it and have a big meal after entering the city. Unexpectedly..." Little Cherry raised her eyes again and realized that Feng Jiuer was winking at her.
She blinked, swallowed, and then added: "I didn't expect that it was delayed."
At this time, Feng Jiuer's stomach growled a few more times.
Zhan Qingcheng stretched out his long arm and picked up the bowl with chicken legs in front of Feng Jiuer.
"have eaten."
At the same time, Mu Mu, who was sitting on the other side of Feng Jiuer, handed the peeled shrimp to her.
"What you like, shrimp."
The person who had been waiting for someone just now was suddenly being served by two handsome guys. Feng Jiuer was a little flattered.
She raised the corners of her mouth slightly, stretched out her hands, and took the bowls from the two people, one on the left and the other on the right.
"I'm hungry."
As soon as he finished speaking, he put the two bowls down, and Feng Jiuer picked up one of them and picked up the chopsticks.
No matter what, let’s fill our stomachs first.
She didn't know if it was because she liked shrimps better, but she picked up the shrimps that Mu Mu had peeled for her.
How can I care about so much when I'm hungry?
When I see something I like, I start it.
After eating three large shrimps in one go, Feng Jiuer looked sideways at Mu Mu and said with a smile: "The shrimps are good, so delicious!"
"Don't worry, there are many more."
Mu Mu smiled lightly and said.
"I'll do it, you can eat it yourself."
Seeing that Mu Mu was still peeling shrimps, Feng Jiuer waved her hand.
When she held the chopsticks and picked up the prawn, at the same time, a pair of chopsticks and her chopsticks fell on the same prawn.
As the hand holding the chopsticks looked back, Feng Jiuer realized that she and Uncle Nine Emperors were actually eating it.
She took back her chopsticks and looked at Zhan Qingcheng.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, do you also want to eat shrimp?
I..." Before he finished speaking, Feng Jiuer's eyes fell on Zhan Qingcheng's hands.
"You... stop doing it."
Taking the prawns he was peeling, Feng Jiuer held his hands, which were half the size of her own, "Don't mess around if you don't understand. Just take a look."
At least three or four of the ten fingers were stained with blood. They were just eating shrimps. Feng Jiuer felt distressed just looking at them.
When she let go of one of his palms and took out the silk scarf from her arms, Zhan Qingcheng picked up a piece of shrimp with his free hand and sent it to Feng Jiuer.
"eat."
Looking up, Feng Jiuer took a silk scarf and wiped the fingers of his left hand.
She also felt strange, how much did Uncle Nine Emperors want to eat shrimps, so he did it himself?
He would definitely choose not to eat such a troublesome thing if he didn't want to trouble others.
It turned out that these were shrimps peeled for her.
This guy, with his fingers connected to his heart, had two fingers pricked by shrimps on his left hand alone, but he didn't even frown.
Even if his breath was a little strange, she might have felt it, but to her surprise, he acted as if nothing was wrong.
"Doesn't it hurt?"
Feng Jiuer rolled her eyes at Zhan Qingcheng, picked up the tea, and began to clean his injured hands.
How could it not hurt?
Anyone who has ever peeled a shrimp knows what it feels like to be stabbed by a shrimp shell.
"eat."
Zhan Qingcheng's right hand still held a piece of shrimp.
He didn't care about his left hand at all.
Feng Jiuer met his gaze, sighed slightly, and opened her mouth.
If she had known she would have eaten his chicken legs first, was it because she ate Mu Mu's shrimps that made Uncle Nine Emperors angry?
Feng Jiu'er didn't know what it felt like to have shrimp in her mouth.
When Zhan Qingcheng wanted to pick up the second piece of shrimp, she snatched his chopsticks and held his right hand.
"Little Cherry, ask the store owner to bring a basin of hot water in. This kind of wound will be easily infected if it is not cleaned."
"good."
Little Cherry nodded sharply, stood up, and turned around to go out.
As if he didn't want to leave Little Cherry for a moment, Xing Zizhou stood up and followed him out.
Mu Mu coughed slightly, put the shrimp in his hand, wiped his hands with a sweat towel, and picked up a bowl of soup.
Qiao Mu was stunned for a moment, frowned, and put something into his mouth.
A good meal, now only two people are eating.
Feng Jiuer wetted the silk scarf with tea and continued to clean Zhan Qingcheng's right hand.
Zhan Qingcheng lowered his eyes and looked at her, his breath finally relaxed a little.
After roughly cleaning Zhan Qingcheng's hands, Feng Jiuer raised her eyes and looked at him.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, can your skill in peeling shrimps be any worse?
Eating a piece of your shrimp makes me feel guilty, so I will learn more from you in the future!"
Feng Jiuer really couldn't think of what to say. This guy, when he saw Mu Mu peeling shrimps for himself, he pretended to understand even though he didn't understand.
She was not unmoved, but she also felt uncomfortable and guilty. It was true at all.
Qiao Mu did not expect that Feng Jiuer would dare to dislike the Ninth Prince so much.
She originally pretended not to care about the world and was doing what she wanted, but after hearing Feng Jiuer's words, she even wanted to pretend that she didn't hear them.
Feng Jiuer, is this guy so fierce that even the Ninth Prince dares to criticize him?
I don’t know how the Ninth Prince will respond to the little guy’s words. Thinking about it, I’m quite curious.
Qiao Mu coughed heavily to make sure he didn't choke, and continued to eat as if nothing had happened.
