Ming Ge looked at the colorful array of small dishes in front of her, as well as the pale green rice porridge, and suddenly felt very hungry.
But...
She raised her hand, wrapped in white gauze, her eyes flickered with a slyness, and she looked pleadingly at Gong Yeyan, "Mr. Gong, could you do me a favor?"
Gong Yeyan, with his slender fingers, was holding a cup of warm water, placing it on the corner of the table filled with porridge and little dishes, within Ming Ge's left hand's reach.
Then, a flattering smile appeared on the girl's bare-faced countenance.
"Feed me, please~"
"..."
Gong Yeyan mercilessly rejected her, "Eat by yourself."
"But my hand hurts," she said, her face suggesting she had a legitimate reason.
"What about your left hand?"
Ming Ge argued, "Have you ever seen anyone eat with their left hand? I'm not left-handed."
Gong Yeyan remained unmoved, "You use a spoon to drink porridge, which can be held with either hand."
