"Hmm? "Why aren't you eating?" Ji Wanzhou frowned when he heard Meng Qingge say that he hadn't eaten yet. He was really afraid that her hypoglycemia would be offended again. "Not obedient."
"I'm fine!" Meng Qingge smiled. "When I was passing by the fruit shop today, I bought some new candy. I ate some, so it's fine."
Even so, Ji Wanzhou's brows didn't relax because of Meng Qingge's words. He lowered his voice and said, "Don't be like that anymore. Did you hear that?"
Meng Qingge naturally knew that Ji Wanzhou was concerned about her. "Alright, I got it!"
Meng Qingge pushed Ji Wanzhou to the dining table, then wet the towel and wiped his hands.
Then, he sat beside Ji Wanzhou, feeding Ji Wanzhou and eating by himself.
After finishing their meal, the two of them sat on the sofa in the living room and watched TV.
Of course, it was Meng Qingge who was watching. Ji Wanzhou listened and the two of them chatted from time to time.