"Eat another bite," Rong Huaishen spooned over another mouthful.
Meng Fan still ate it.
Rong Huaishen continued to feed and coax her.
Meng Fan complained with her cheeks still full: "You treat me like a child at mealtime!"
Rong Huaishen's eyes smiled: "Isn't that exactly what I'm doing?"
Meng Fan opened her mouth to argue, but Rong Huaishen took the opportunity to spoon another mouthful of rice into her mouth: "Fill your tummy first."
Meng Fan's cheeks puffed out even more as she mumbled indistinctly: "I can't eat that much."
He said, "I'll eat the rest."
Meng Fan stopped chewing and asked: "You haven't eaten either?"
She wasn't sure, so she asked again, but felt it was unlikely, he was probably just saying that, how could he eat her leftovers?
"Since I received that call at two o'clock this afternoon, I've been on the road until I saw you, brought you to the hospital, and up till now, I've only had half a bottle of water."