Ye Xiaoyu sat up, prepared to take the bird's nest soup from his hand.
Anjue said softly, "It's a bit hot, let me feed you."
Ye Xiaoyu playfully poked the bowl he was holding, and indeed, it was very hot.
She instinctively pulled her hand back, her little face blushing slightly.
She was almost twenty-one, yet still needed to be fed, which was really embarrassing.
But the bowl was very hot.
She couldn't handle it even with a quick touch.
Anjue would blow on it first, making the bird's nest soup the right temperature, before feeding it to her.
A small bowl of bird's nest soup took her a full half hour to eat.
Her mouth was small to begin with, and Anjue fed her in very small bites.
He liked how obedient she looked when he fed her.
Anjue saw the bottom of the bowl and smiled at her, "What do you want to eat, I'll have someone make it."
Ye Xiaoyu indeed wasn't full after a bowl of bird's nest soup.
But she also didn't like Anjue making a big table of food for her every time.
