Fu Shang raised his brows and said with a fake smile, ""I wouldn't dare."
Seeing that Qi Jin didn't move and was frowning as he stared at the spicy dishes on the table, Fu Shang naturally picked up his chopsticks and took a big mouthful of food. He placed it in Qi Jin's bowl, instantly staining the White rice with oil.
"Why aren't you eating, young Marshal?" Fu Shang asked with a fake smile.
“..”
The man looked up at the smiling Fu min coldly before lowering his eyes to look at the food in his bowl.
Then, he slowly picked up his chopsticks, picked up the food in his bowl, lowered his head, and took a bite.
The servants who were standing around were all stunned.
The young Madam had used her own chopsticks to pick up the food! And it was used!
Major, where's your mysophobia?
You actually ate it?
I thought you can't eat spicy food?
