"Mm! Thank you, sister!" Mario proudly imitated Xia Qingqian's way of holding chopsticks, battling with that piece of sweet and sour pork. It was so slippery that he couldn't pick it up, and he broke out in a sweat!
Beitang Yao's eyes were filled with anger as he stared straight at Xia Qingqian, his murderous cold sternness sending shivers down one's spine.
"Sister, this sweet and sour pork is always against me! It refuses to let me eat it!" Mario put down his chopsticks and said gloomily, his little eyebrows knotted together, making one want to reach out and stroke them, but Xia Qingqian restrained herself.
She put down her chopsticks, picked up Mario's chopsticks, helped him pick up the sweet and sour pork, and said with a light smile, "Here, sister will help you eat it." Mario joyfully opened his mouth, squinting slightly at the sweet and sour pork, then turned his face, meeting Beitang Yao's face that was as cold as a millennium of ice.
