Who dared to ask Young Master Fu to be a nurse? Mo Rao was speechless, but she couldn't stop Mo Wan and Fu Lin from leaving.
They really had to go back and keep an eye on Grandma. She couldn't withstand any more stimulation, or else she wouldn't be able to take it.
"Eat slowly. If you like it, ask my mother to stew it for you again." Fu Ying looked at Mo Rao, who was wolfing down the food like a child.
"Feed me slowly!" Mo Rao finally had the time to reply. She was already full.
Fu Ying froze for a moment before he couldn't help but laugh. It seemed that he was too anxious.
Just as he put down the spoon, Mo Yuan returned. He saw Fu Ying sitting by the bed with a bowl of porridge in his hand. He seemed to be feeding Mo Rao porridge?!
He walked over and pulled Fu Ying up. "Move aside. What are you doing?"
"I'm feeding Rao Rao porridge. She's hungry," Fu Ying replied calmly after putting down the thermos.
