Zhao Xuehan's cheeks turned bright red with shyness, and she lowered her head as if afraid to make eye contact with Lin Tian.
Lin Tian moved the bowl of rice closer, picked up his chopsticks, and grabbed a piece of Mapo Tofu.
"Here, open your mouth," Lin Tian said with a smile, bringing the tofu close to Zhao Xuehan's mouth with the chopsticks.
Zhao Xuehan became even more shy and hesitated to open her mouth.
"Come on, open up," Lin Tian urged.
Finally, Zhao Xuehan opened her mouth, and Lin Tian immediately stuffed the tofu into it.
Watching Zhao Xuehan chew, Lin Tian instantly felt the joy of feeding her.
"Is it tasty?" Lin Tian asked.
"Of course, it's delicious," Zhao Xuehan replied. "My cooking couldn't possibly taste bad."
Then Zhao Xuehan shyly glanced at Lin Tian and said, "I can eat by myself, you don't need to feed me."
"I want to feed you."
As he said this, Lin Tian picked up a piece of stir-fried pork and brought it to Zhao Xuehan's mouth.
