Zhao Youlin was rushing to send Joy to kindergarten early this morning, so she had not opened the lid to see what was in the food jar. She did not expect such a misunderstanding to happen.
At that moment, Zhao Youlin really wanted to dig a spot and bury herself. She did not dare to raise her head and snorted. “I don’t know if you prefer sweet or salty food, so I asked the cook to make whatever she wants. If you really don’t want to eat this, then forget it. I’ll go downstairs and buy you another one later.”
Right after Zhao Youlin finished speaking, she heard the person next to her reply, “Feed me.”
“Huh?” Zhao Youlin suddenly raised her head and looked at Mu Tingfeng in surprise.
Actually, Mu Tingfeng did not really like sweet food. It was just that he was tired after having a high fever as it had cost him too much energy. He had not eaten anything this morning, so he was already hungry.
Smelling the aroma of the red dates and lotus seeds porridge, his body had already given out the most honest response.
The most important thing was that this porridge was brought by Zhao Youlin. Although it was a little different from what he expected, it did not affect his good mood at the moment.
“I said, if you feed me, I’ll eat.”
This time, Zhao Youlin clearly understood what Mu Tingfeng said. Her expression instantly became a little odd. “Is President Mu a three-year-old child? Why do you need someone to feed you?”
Facing Zhao Youlin’s satire, Mu Tingfeng did not feel ashamed at all. He raised his hand that was still in a plaster and wrapped like a mummy, he said confidently, “My hand is injured.”
The corners of Zhao Youlin’s eyes twitched. “…If I’m not mistaken, you injured your left hand.”
“Yeah.” Mu Tingfeng nodded calmly. “Left-handed.”
Zhao Youlin was speechless. ‘Mu Tingfeng, could you be any more shameless?’
Forcibly enduring her complaint, Zhao Youlin said stiffly, “Actually, if you don’t want to eat…”
“I want to eat.” Zhao Youlin was interrupted before she finished speaking.
Mu Tingfeng’s deep eyes stared at Zhao Youlin’s eyes. He said earnestly, “You promised to take care of me.”
The implication was that it was something that she had promised. She would be breaking the promise if she could not even satisfy such a small request.
Zhao Youlin felt as if blood was stuck in her throat. She wished she could spit it on Mu Tingfeng right now.
After taking a few deep breaths, Zhao Youlin was able to suppress her anger. She picked up the spoon on the side angrily and scooped up a spoon of porridge without caring whether it was still hot or not. Then, she was about to stuff it into Mu Tingfeng’s mouth.
Mu Tingfeng did not open his mouth, and he just looked at Zhao Youlin without moving. His stare made Zhao Youlin feel that she was being a little bit unreasonable. Then, he looked down slightly and ate the food.
Zhao Youlin was stunned. Then, she took another spoon of porridge to the front of Mu Tingfeng.
Compared to a three-year-old child, Mu Tingfeng was obviously much more obedient. He ate whatever that was fed by Zhao Youlin quietly, and he seemed extremely obedient.
‘Pfft.’ Zhao Youlin laughed in her mind. If Mu Tingfeng knew that someone was thinking of him as obedient, she wondered what expression he would have. She found it funny when she thought of it.
Mu Tingfeng’s cooperation quickly reduced the porridge in the food jar by more than half. This time, the spoon Zhao Youlin took to his front was also hindered for the first time.
“Are you full?” Zhao Youlin looked at Mu Tingfeng, who no longer opened his mouth, and asked in confusion.
Mu Tingfeng shook his head. He looked at Zhao Youlin deeply and asked, “Are you going to eat?”
Zhao Youlin was stunned, and she stared blankly at the spoon in her hand and the porridge in the bucked, which had been eaten more than half. She did know why but the first thing that appeared in her mind was…
Eating together meant sharing a spoon; eating the same porridge meant an indirect kiss!
The inexplicable sense of shame swept over Zhao Youlin without warning, making her blush. She coughed and said, “No need. I ate when I was at home, so I’m not too hungry now.”
“Oh.” Mu Tingfeng’s tone sounded a bit sad somehow, but the sadness only lasted for a moment. He continued to eat the remaining porridge at ease.
The lips that became red because of the hot porridge, the Adam’s apple that was moving because of the action of swallowing, and the tip of the tongue that slipped over the edge of the silver spoon when he took the spoon out of his mouth in the end.
Looking at Mu Tingfeng like this, Zhao Youlin felt that her inexplicable sense of shame had reappeared, and she cursed in her mind. ‘Darn it. He is just eating porridge. Why show such a seductive appearance?’
Mu Tingfeng was not conscious of the male hormones that he had subconsciously exuded. He ate the porridge fed by Zhao Youlin while carefully observing the expression on her face.
After he was stared at by the irritated Zhao Youlin, he felt odd. Did he do something that made her unhappy? Wasn’t it okay just now? It was really difficult to guess a woman’s mind.
Time passed slowly as Zhao Youlin fed Mu Tingfeng. When she came back to her senses, the porridge had been finished by him.
Zhao Youlin was stunned as she looked at the empty food jar. Although it was a small food jar, and only three-quarters of it was filled, it was still a jar.
Mu Tingfeng had finished the porridge in the food jar in such a short time. He really ate a lot.
Mu Tingfeng did not know that Zhao Youlin was shocked at the moment. He stared at the empty food jar and frowned unhappily. He seemed to be dissatisfied with the amount of the porridge in the food jar as he wanted to enjoy the pleasure of being fed for a while more.
But President Mu, who had not eaten two meals, felt very full after eating such a big jar of porridge. He could only say, “I’m full, so put it away.”
The corners of Zhao Youlin’s mouth twitched. She thought to herself. ‘What else can you do even if you’re not full? You already finished the whole jar of porridge, okay?’
Zhao Youlin put the jar away with a gloomy expression. Before she sat down, she heard Mu Tingfeng say, “I don’t like sweet food.”
Zhao Youlin was speechless. ‘Why did you eat so much of it when you don’t like it? You’re just torturing yourself.’
“And also, I want to eat something you make yourself tomorrow.”
“…What I make is not as delicious as the food made by the cook.” ‘Besides, why should I cook for a jerk like you?’
“It’s okay. I don’t dislike it.”
Zhao Youlin felt as if her knee had been shot by an arrow. It hurt so much that she wanted to grab the collar of the person in front of her and shouted, “You don’t dislike me, but I dislike you!”
“I don’t want to cook.” The unceremonious five words fully expressed Zhao Youlin’s depressed mood at the moment.
Mu Tingfeng turned his head and glanced at Zhao Youlin calmly. Then, he pursed his lips and said, “I want to eat.”
Zhao Youlin was angry. ‘What do you mean by you want to eat? You want to eat, so I must make it for you? Aren’t you thinking too highly of yourself?’
