He picked up the bowl and twirled a chopstick full of noodles, his expression laced with seriousness as though feeding a baby. "Open your mouth."
She understood immediately and reached out to grab the chopsticks. "I'm not disabled, I can do it myself."
"Either I feed you, or you don't eat." His tone was firm and unwavering.
She could only sit down properly and let him feed her bite by bite.
Outside the kitchen, Auntie Li had just returned from grocery shopping. Hearing from the servants that the two were back, she put down her basket and headed toward the kitchen.
Upon reaching the door, her steps halted suddenly, and she involuntarily inhaled sharply.
The two of them were seated at the kitchen's dining counter. The young master was feeding Miss Jiayi noodles, one bite at a time.
This scene—was the young master treating Miss Jiayi like she was his own daughter?
"Li…" A servant happened to pass by, but Auntie Li quickly shushed them and quietly closed the kitchen door.
