Chapter 682 Be Good

She nodded and put the bowl on the small table in front of him: "Can you, if not..."

Si Mocheng didn't answer, but slowly raised his hand.

Several blue veins on his forehead stood up, showing that he was struggling.

Li Xiaoxiao's heart also clenched into a ball, her small fists were clenched tightly, and she stared at him with wide eyes without blinking.

"Little uncle..."

"En." Si Mocheng had already got the spoon in his hand, which was relatively steady.

After scooping up some porridge, it wobbled a bit.

Li Xiaoxiao's heart ached, she took both the bowl and the spoon: "Let me do it."

"It might be a little hot, try it first." She said softly.

Si Mocheng looked directly at her and remained silent. After a few seconds, he still swallowed the porridge.

Li Xiaoxiao looked very happy, she raised a hand and gently touched his head, her smiling eyes looked like two crescent moons: "Be good."

Si Mocheng's gaze softened a bit: "Xiaoxiao."

"Huh?" She lightly scooped up another spoonful of porridge, and blew gently on her mouth.

"I'm not a child." His voice was hoarse, but still with his unique indifference and calmness.

"I know~ but you are a patient now." Li Xiaoxiao looked at him seriously, extraordinarily serious.

She thought he used to feed him all the time too.

Now that he was injured, it seemed that there was nothing wrong with her feeding him.

A few minutes later, Si Mocheng said in a deep voice, "Xiaoxiao, you eat together."

"I'm not hungry, I'll eat after you finish eating."

"Put another bowl and eat together." He said coldly, his voice still carrying an irresistible majesty.

Li Xiaoxiao thought for a while, and poured herself another bowl of millet porridge from the thermos.

Two bowls of porridge were placed in front of her, with a spoon in each.

There are two pairs of chopsticks on the side of the vegetable bowl, which is neat.

After Li Xiaoxiao fed him two bites, she would also eat a little, but she was a little flustered with the two pairs of spoons and chopsticks.

After eating for a while, Li Xiaoxiao became a little dazed.

He fixedly looked at the two porridge bowls in front of him: which bowl was hers?

Uh... it should be the one on the left, right...

Li Xiaoxiao picked up the porcelain bowl on the left and drank some porridge. While putting down the spoon, Simocheng said slowly, "Xiaoxiao, that's my bowl."

Li Xiaoxiao was stunned for a moment, then fixed her big eyes on him.

He was expressionless, looking at her calmly.

Her little face blushed a little bit: "Yes... sorry, I remembered wrong..."

She quickly changed the bowl back, and after carefully memorizing it, she used his spoon to scoop up a spoonful of millet porridge and brought it to his mouth.

He stared at her with black eyes and said nothing.

Li Xiaoxiao seemed to be afraid that he would be uneasy, so she quickly explained: "The ones you just said are your bowl and spoon, there is no mistake, I must remember correctly this time."

"En." After he answered, he swallowed the millet porridge.

Li Xiaoxiao faintly felt that something was wrong, but didn't react for a moment.

Si Mocheng spoke slowly: "Xiaoxiao."

"En?" Li Xiaoxiao looked up at him, with a trace of confusion in her big eyes.

"You just used my bowl and spoon." Si Mocheng remained expressionless, as if he was simply stating a fact.

Li Xiaoxiao was stunned for a moment, then looked down at the two bowls in front of her, a little dazed.

"Okay...it seems to be..." She nodded blankly.

She just used the wrong bowl and fed it to him again.

Isn't that... isn't it they...

Her eyes fell on the white porcelain spoon, the baby's fat little face was a bit unnatural, and there was a bright cherry blossom color overflowing on her cheeks.

They...just used a tablespoon...

Here comes the eighth chapter, but I haven't packed my luggage yet... Hey... I'm going to pack my things, good night everyone.