Chen Qianmo tilted his head, "Yours is over there."
The grandmother watched their interaction with uplifted spirits, her eyes smiling as she looked at them.
Yan Qingruo, seeing the grandmother in such a state, couldn't bear to let her down, rinsed her mouth, and started eating the congee she had fetched.
Chen Qianmo's long chopsticks picked up a pan-fried bun and brought it to Yan Qingruo's lips.
Yan Qingruo's face instantly flushed red-hot, and she tried to take it with her own chopsticks, but Chen Qianmo wouldn't allow it, signaling for her to open her mouth and eat.
Yan Qingruo glanced at the grandmother's eager eyes and then swept her gaze over Chen Qianmo, suddenly realizing that he was doing it on purpose, intending to show affection in front of the grandmother. But for the sake of her grandmother, she could not argue, and had to blushingly eat it all.