Su Yue took the spoon from Xiaojiao and placed it back into the container. Then she propped the container on her lap.
Ming Ansheng grinned as he shuffled himself towards Su Yue. He stretched his neck and opened his mouth.
Waiting for Su Yue to feed him.
Su Yue frowned with contempt at this grown up man who was still trying to act adorable. She scooped a huge mouthful and shoved it directly into Ming Ansheng's mouth.
"Oooh!"
The thermal container could maintain the original temperature for a long time. Earlier on, Su Yue transferred the porridge directly from the pot.
It wasn't boiling hot anymore, but it still scalded the young master a little.
Ming Ansheng fanned his mouth with his hand as he panted. After a few seconds, he finally gulped it down.
He snatched the cup of tea, which had already cooled, and drank it all.
It managed to ease the burning sensation in his mouth.
