Little Tiger Bo felt so blissful it seemed as though she could fly. She was just about to reach out for another one when Little Princess Qin stopped her.
"That's not how you use chopsticks," he spoke in a calm voice. Qin Mo stretched out his hand, held hers, and began to teach her how to hold it.
Bo Jiu tilted her head over. She looked at his hands, adjusted her chopsticks lower and held it. Her hands were still small, which made picking food very slow.
She turned towards the little princess. His beautiful hands held onto the chopsticks and picked the food up accurately. It didn't seem to be the chopstick's fault. Bo Jiu grabbed a wad of hair, feeling frustrated. "I'm too dumb."
Even though Qin Mo kept calling the little tiger dumb, that didn't mean he allowed the little tiger he intended to raise to feel inferior. Moreover, it was reasonable for the little tiger to be bad at using chopsticks since she was accustomed to living abroad.
