After uncle Zhong left, he never showed up again, and no one from the Huo family showed up either.
Apart from the servants, she and Huo Jingchen were indeed the only ones on the fifth floor. They didn't feel uncomfortable at all. Instead, they felt quite at ease.
When it was noon, the servants left after preparing dinner.
Huo Jingchen sat at the dining table and looked at the bowls and chopsticks in front of him. Then, he looked at Zhao Siqing and said in a deep voice, "baby, I can't move. "
Zhao Siqing handed the spoon to him and said gently, "try it with your left hand. "
Huo Jingchen's expression did not change. He slowly took the spoon with his left hand and tried to dig in the rice bowl.
A few seconds later, there was a bang.
The rice bowl was pushed to the edge of the dining table by the force of the spoon and fell straight down.
Huo Jingchen looked at Zhao Siqing with some grievance, his eyes like ink.
Zhao Siqing:"...". ...
Zhao Siqing asked the servant to come over and help clean up. Then, she took another bowl of rice to Huo Jingchen and said gently, "don't be too strong, be gentle. "
Huo Jingchen glanced at her, picked up the spoon again, and tried to dig in the bowl again.
This time, his movements were very light and careful.
His left hand held the spoon as if it was holding a dagger. He carefully dug out half a spoonful of rice from the bowl, then looked up at Zhao Siqing as if he was asking a question.
Zhao Siqing nodded at him. "Try the dish again. "
Huo Jingchen withdrew his gaze, inserted the spoon into the plate, and used force to scoop out the dish.
But this time, the force seemed to be not well controlled. A piece of ribs flew out and rolled onto the floor not far away.
Huo Jingchen furrowed his brows as if he was a little annoyed.
Tang Qi, who was at the side, covered his eyes and turned around. He simply couldn't look... ...
One had to know that their CEO had killed a wild boar in the mountains with his left hand when he was eight years old. When he was ten years old, he had broken the record with his left hand holding a gun.
Now.. Was he pretending to be retarded with a rice spoon?
Huo Jingchen held his breath and slowly used the spoon to carve out a piece of rib under Zhao Siqing's gaze. Then, he brought it to his mouth.
Zhao Siqing nodded and encouraged him.
However, when the pork rib touched his lips, it fell onto his leg with a 'PA' sound.
Huo Jingchen looked down at the large piece of braised pork rib soup on his pants. His face immediately darkened and he threw the spoon onto the table with a 'Bang' . His expression was unsightly.
Zhao Siqing quickly got up and walked to his side to get a wet cloth to wipe him. She said gently, "is it hot? "
Huo Jingchen looked at her with his dark eyes and did not say a word.
Zhao Siqing saw that there was a large piece of pork on his pants. She squatted down beside him and wiped him carefully.
The woman's small hand landed on his thigh and gently wiped it. Huo Jingchen's throat could not help but tighten, and his whole body tensed up.
Huo Jingchen grabbed Zhao Siqing's hand with his left hand and said in a low voice, "it's done. "
His voice became a little hoarse, and Zhao Siqing looked up at him.
A few seconds later, she looked at the area on his pants and suddenly realized that her ears could not help but burn a little, and she hurriedly looked away.
Zhao Siqing returned to her seat, holding the chopsticks and almost buried her face into the bowl.
Really.. What was she doing... ...
Huo Jingchen did not use his chopsticks again. He leaned back in his chair and played with a new spoon in his left hand.
Staring at the little head in front of him, Huo Jingchen could not help but feel a little annoyed. Why wasn't she feeding him.
Zhao Siqing felt uncomfortable under his stare. For a moment, she did not even dare to raise her head.
A few seconds later, with a muffled "PA" sound, the spoon in Huo Jingchen's hand shot out and accurately hit Zhao Siqing's head.