Soon, a bowl of wontons with broth was brought over, but he didn't place it in front of her. Instead, he dished out a few wontons into a smaller bowl, carefully blew on them until they were warm, and then brought them to her mouth with a spoon.
"I'm not a baby who needs to be spoon-fed," Luo Xiaoqian said as she reached for the bowl.
"You may not be a baby, but you are a baby's mother," Leng Zimo said indulgently with a smile. "Be good, open your mouth, eat slowly, chew more. That way you won't feel nauseated."
Left with no choice, she helplessly allowed herself to be fed by him, bite by bite, like a baby that couldn't take care of itself.
Perhaps she was truly hungry, or maybe it was because he kept her distracted with conversation while feeding her, but she nearly finished the entire bowl of wontons without the slightest adverse reaction.
"Did you put something in this soup? Why doesn't it make me feel sick?" Luo Xiaoqian asked as she sipped the broth.
