Chapter 88: Personally Feeding Her Porridge
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“Give me the Mixed Vegetable Porridge,” Li Beijue ordered before Chi Enen could decide.
Huo Yi brought over the porridge and left with a dozen chefs, also kindly closing the ward door for the two of them.
Li Beijue sat beside the bed, stirring the porridge in the bowl with a spoon. He scooped up a spoonful and brought it to her lips.
“I can do it myself.”
Chi Enen reached out to take it.
He withdrew his hand and frowned in displeasure, “What reaching out? When I tell you to open your mouth, you open your mouth.”
Was it so domineering to take care of someone? Chi Enen thought he was acting up and reluctantly complied, opening her mouth.
As soon as the porridge touched her mouth.
Her face instantly scrunched up from the heat.
She wanted to swallow but couldn’t, and she wanted to spit it out but couldn’t!
“Not tasty?” Li Beijue thought the chef made something unappetizing and his face darkened, about to get angry, “I’ll have Huo Yi find someone else to make it!”
Chi Enen quickly grabbed his hand and forcefully swallowed the scalding porridge in her mouth, hastily saying, “It’s not bad, it’s tasty.”
“Tasty and your face is scrunched up?” A pretentious woman, lying so poorly!
“If it’s not tasty, it’s not tasty. Does the woman I like need to force herself to eat something unappetizing?” Domineering, arrogant, and unspeakably indulgent!
Chi Enen’s heart thumped, afraid that if she didn’t tell the truth, Li Beijue would really go and find someone to make it again. She steeled herself and blurted out, “It’s too hot.”
She took a deep breath and raised her voice, “It’s not that the porridge isn’t tasty, I scrunched my face because the porridge was too hot.”
Li Beijue had never considered that it could be his own fault, his handsome, cold face turning dark, then blue-green. Amidst the green was a hint of purple- red. Just when Chi Enen thought he was about to explode in rage, he pursed his thin lips, silent, and sat back down beside the bed. He picked up the same bowl of porridge and began stirring it again. Although he was still frowning, he occasionally lowered his head and awkwardly blew on the porridge in the bowl…
Chi Enen watched him stir the porridge in the bowl into a mess, the mixed veggies and other ingredients getting smashed under his rough handling mixed with glutinous rice, the colors too jumbled to look anything like a fancy healthy porridge made by a Seven-star chef. She held back, but couldn’t help herself, “Li Beijue, let me do it myself.”
Li Beijue abruptly withdrew his hand, his tone not pleasant, “Sit still and don’t move.”
His words were forceful, but his actions surprisingly gentle. He scooped up a spoonful of porridge, blew on it, and, not quite reassured, tasted it on his thin lips to test the temperature before bringing it to Chi Enen’s mouth.
“It’s not hot anymore, open your mouth.”
Chi Enen watched as he brought the half-eaten porridge to her and hesitated whether to open her mouth or not. Torn and conflicted, but out of regard for a certain person’s authority and intimidation, she opened her mouth and ate it. “How is it, is the temperature right?”
Chi Enen directly swallowed the porridge and nodded.
Despite its unappetizing appearance, the temperature was indeed just right. Not too hot, not too cold, warm and just right for eating.
Li Beijue’s expression relaxed slightly, and he scooped another spoonful for her. He blew on it again, tasted half of it himself, and offered the rest to Chi Enen.
The ward quieted down, and as the bowl of porridge neared its end, Chi Enen breathed a sigh of relief. Just then, the man feeding her took the last spoonful and, leaning in, sealed her lips with his—