He said this as he already picked up a spoon, placed it in her hand, and she couldn't refuse. Hearing his grievances, she was also a bit reluctant to push back.
"Then let me get up first, it's not convenient to sit like this." She was a bit challenging him; if she just turned slightly, she'd be face to face with him, "Either I get up first, or you eat by yourself."
"Okay." He pulled over a chair and sat her down, "Then you have to feed me the porridge properly."
Xia Qingqian blushed, holding the spoon somewhat awkwardly. She suddenly thought of a question: the Young Master is neither a patient nor a three-year-old child, so why is he asking her to feed him porridge?
"Can't you take care of someone?" He waited for her to feed him; watching her slow movements, he really felt like he wanted to eat her up first.
