The food was quickly served.
Looking at the array of delicious dishes, Zhi’er only swallowed her saliva twice.
However, the little one took the initiative to pick up her favorite braised atball and placed it in Feng Fuce’s bowl.
Feng Fuce looked calmly before asking, "Why aren’t you eating? Aren’t you usually fond of this dish?"
Zhi’er climbed onto the chair beside him, picked up the bowl, and fed the atball to Feng Fuce’s lips like an adult taking care of a child.
Her eyes were bright and lively: "Even though it’s my favorite, you haven’t eaten in six days, so it’s more important for Brother Fuce to be full."
Feng Fuce was stunned.
Zhi’er poked at the atball, urging, "Hurry and eat, or if it falls to the floor, I’ll pick it up and make you eat it."
After she spoke, Feng Fuce bowed his head and bit into the atball.
A sensation as light and refreshing as snow spring flowed down his throat into his organs.
Previously, Feng Fuce’s Primordial Spirit was injured by the Heavenly Dao, and although he had mostly recovered by now,
he constantly felt as if a fire was burning inside him to control the Evil Qi.
Zhi’er’s Blessing Energy, for him, was like a long-deserted wasteland finally receiving a nourishing rain.
He relished it.
Zhi’er was really considerate, continuously feeding Feng Fuce quite a bit of food.
Whatever she passed over, he would consu it without even looking.
Finally, Zhi’er couldn’t hold back.
"Brother Fuce, are you full?"
Feng Fuce, originally with a faint smile, was focused on Zhi’er’s face.
Hearing her question, he finally ca to himself.
Feng Fuce turned his attention to the table.
Out of six dishes, he had eaten four entirely, with half of the two others remaining.
Unknowingly, he had eaten so much?
Feng Fuce paused.
Looking at Zhi’er again, her bright eyes indeed had a trace of grievance.
"If you’re full, then it’s my turn to eat. Not eating for six days, you’re almost like a starving ghost," the little one pouted and mumbled.
Feeling aggrieved.
Feng Fuce chuckled after being stunned: "Sorry, I forgot. Maybe I was too hungry before. I’ll order more dishes for you."
With that, he called the waiter to add a few more of Zhi’er’s favorite dishes.
Zhi’er’s favorite chicken leg was all given to Feng Fuce.
At this mont, she was pitifully gnawing on a piece of chicken neck.
The at was too little, and she helplessly put it down.
Today, the little one witnessed that Feng Fuce’s appetite was truly imnse.
Normally not eating, but once he started, it was like a tank.
The resentnt in Zhi’er’s eyes did not escape Feng Fuce’s observation.
He couldn’t help but laugh out loud: "You really love good food, I know, but why are you willing to share it all with then?"
Zhi’er humd: "Because you’re my good friend."
"With friends, the most important thing is sharing. If I only enjoy your kindness without sharing the things I love, that would be selfish!"
"Zhi’er is not a selfish person, but Brother Fuce, you really do eat a lot..."
She took a bite of a fried tang yuan, sweetness filling her mouth, and Zhi’er closed her eyes happily.
Feng Fuce couldn’t help but laugh softly, his dashing eyebrows slightly raised.
Whenever he was with her, he always felt cheerful.
Suddenly, Feng Fuce wanted to tease her.
Thus, he leaned forward, looking earnestly at Zhi’er.
"Because before, no one had ever fed like this, no one ever worried like you do after hearing I hadn’t eaten for six days."
"Zhi’er, would you be willing to always stay by my side?"
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