Yixin snorted, jumped onto the bed, snatched the bowl of porridge from Luo Qing's hand, and viciously scooped a spoonful of porridge into Zheng Yize's mouth, stubbornly saying, "Do you see me worrying? I won't worry about you!"
Everyone exchanged glances; this was obviously a case of 'there's no three hundred taels here.' Su Nian felt a weight lift off her heart, no longer needing to worry about him harboring resentment towards Zheng Yize.
Yiqiao also ran over, looked at Zheng Yize from the bedside, then at Yixin, his big blue eyes rolling around. He said to Zheng Yize, "Yize brother, you're so lucky. My brother has never fed me like this?"
Zheng Yize smiled, "Why don't we let Yixin feed you? I'm done eating."
"Eat your food, why so much nonsense!" Another spoonful of porridge was forcibly shoved into Zheng Yize's mouth.
