While she had a gap in her conversation, he took the opportunity to feed her some porridge.
Qiao An turned her face away, and Mu Jingxi's brows knitted slightly, "Open your mouth."
"Mommy, is it the bad uncle speaking?" Little Nuomi heard Mu Jingxi's voice and puffed up with anger, clenching her little fists to defend her, "Little Nuomi will go beat up the bad uncle later!"
"Okay... huh!"
Just as Qiao An was about to agree, Mu Jingxi spooned some porridge into her mouth.
The soft and glutinous porridge entered her mouth, and Mu Jingxi's thin lips slightly curled, "Swallow it."
After giving him an annoyed glare, Qiao An obediently swallowed the porridge.
Uncle Wang's culinary skills were amazing; the porridge was thick, soft, and delightfully sweet.
While talking on the phone with Little Nuomi, Mu Jingxi fed her the porridge. By the time the call ended, she had consumed almost half a bowl.
Mu Jingxi looked up and asked, "Do you want more?"
