"Why not eat?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, a strong sense of coldness and displeasure came to his face.

Xia Chuwei was a little confused, but she was too lazy to ask more questions.

Her voice was faint and hoarse, "I had no appetite. I thought I would eat later, but I fell asleep soon and didn't have time to eat."

The man asked in a tone, "Do you have no appetite or don't want to eat what I cook?"

Xia Chuwei was even more surprised, "Did you make this bowl of porridge?"

Xia Chuwei didn't eat this bowl of porridge in one bite. She didn't know that it was made by Huo Yunting, and she thought he had ordered the servant to make it.

Huo Yunting looked at the woman's expression that was not fake, and his black eyes sank.

It turned out that Xia Chuwei didn't know that he cooked this bowl of porridge.

However, for some reason, he was not happy at all.

He suddenly remembered a sentence, and the real indifferent thing was not to stop meeting each other, nor to avoid talking about it, but it didn't matter if he saw it, and there was no trouble when he mentioned it.

Xia Chuwei is obviously in this state now.

She seemed to be less and less emotional about him.

It seemed as if something heavy was blocking his chest, heavy, and he couldn't breathe.

Feeling the chill that emanated from the man, Xia Chuwei guessed that Huo Yunting should be in a bad mood.

This man was a madman, and he would end up angering him, just like at this moment... she was lying sickly on the bed, not even the strength to get out of bed.

Xia Chuwei didn't know why Huo Yunting was in a bad mood, but she still vaguely realized that it might be related to her failure to eat the porridge he made himself.

"I don't know that you made this bowl, nor do I deliberately ignore what you made."

After thinking about it, Xia Chuwei said again: "I'm a little hungry. Can you help me heat up the porridge?"

Huo Yunting was a little surprised when he heard her say this.

Since Xia Chuwei woke up, her attitude towards him has become extremely cold.

This is indeed wrong with him.

So, he was a little more patient with her than usual.

Xia Chuwei beat him and scolded him, and he could accept that he would get angry with him.

He could not accept it, and Xia Chuwei ignored him.

But now, Xia Chuwei took the initiative to explain, but did not relieve his irritability, but instead made him feel a sense of suffocation that he had nowhere to vent.

Huo Yunting looked at her quietly for a long time before he picked up the porridge on the table and walked out of the room.

......

After half a salary, Huo Yunting returned to the room.

Turn on the lights, the bright lights dispel the darkness in the room.

Huo Yunting helped Xia Chuwei up, then put a pillow on her back, and let her sit on the bed.

The aroma of food drifted in the air, and Xia Chuwei became more and more hungry.

Seeing Huo Yunting pick up the bowl on the table, Xia Chuwei subconsciously prepared to reach out to take it.

Huo Yunting avoided her hand, but instead served a spoonful of porridge and handed it to her lips.

That means feeding her.

Xia Chuwei looked at the porridge in front of her, and a few seconds later, she opened her mouth and ate.

The porridge at the mouth was fragrant, soft and glutinous, and the familiar smell filled her mouth.

It is undoubtedly Huo Yunting's craftsmanship.

When the man saw her eat it, he served another spoonful of porridge and handed it to her.

Xia Chuwei looked at him, "Did you make a bowl again?"

The taste of freshly cooked porridge is different from the reheated porridge.

Xia Chuwei often cooks and knows it clearly.

"Yes." The man looked faint and didn't continue to say anything.

Xia Chuwei didn't ask any more questions.

After eating half a bowl, Xia Chuwei finally couldn't eat it anymore.

"I'm full." She shook her head and refused the spoon handed over by the man.


Chapter completed!