The servants looked at each other, their faces like they were going to cry.
Young master, please stop being so willful!
The porridge was just made! It's freshly ladled out!
So it's hot, what's it got to do with them!
Only then did Yuanya react He quickly caught hold of him.
"Don't..."
Lan Xiu, hearing her soft and sweet voice, although still angry, his tone eased a little.
"What?"
"Just blow on the porridge, I'm hungry, let's eat..."
Using hunger as an excuse twice, she herself felt a bit unconvincing, even though she was indeed hungry now.
And while Lan Xiu's face still looked unpleasant, he didn't lose his temper again.
Yuanya breathed a sigh of relief watching him take the new spoon given by the servants and ladle another spoonful of porridge.
That spoonful of steamy porridge was brought by Lan Xiu to her front.
She jumped, thinking he was going to feed her again.
But then she saw the spoon go around her face.
She heard Lan Xiu blow on the spoon twice.
