My Spicy Beef

"Okay." Mo Qian'er ate a few more mouthfuls under Lu Fenying's gaze, but she really couldn't finish the food.

Not to mention the tofu.

Lu Fenying was unhappy. "It's good for you to eat more. Don't be so reluctant."

"But I can't eat anymore. I'm full." Mo Qian'er simply put down her chopsticks.

She didn't want to force herself.

Her master had told her that since the agreement said that she couldn't be forced, she had to make the best use of it. She couldn't let Lu Fenying abuse her like before.

She didn't want to suffer anymore.

"Why can't you eat it?" Lu Fenying's expression didn't look good. He picked up a piece of chicken and took a bite. He frowned. It really wasn't tasty. No wonder she couldn't eat it.

Lu Fenying wasn't picky about food. He had lived in the military camp with the soldiers before, and had eaten all kinds of disgusting and simple food, so he didn't put much thought into the chef whom he brought along with him.