Han qiqing had no doubts about the yin family's chef's cooking skills. She lowered her head and took a sip. It was indeed fresh and sweet.
"Yes, it's quite good." She nodded.
Mu Xiaoxiao picked up some food and fish for her. &Quot; qiqing, eat more. &Quot;
In a short while, qiqing's bowl was almost full.
"Thank you, Xiaoxiao. You should eat more too."
Mu Xiaoxiao smiled and said, " you eat. Hurry up and eat. &Quot;
Beside her, Yin Shaojie saw through her and gave her some fish. &Quot; you eat too. Don't just give food to others. &Quot;
Don't think that you don't have to eat just because you put food on other people's plates.
Mu Xiaoxiao's thoughts were seen through, and she could only lower her head and eat.
This time, it was Yin Shaojie's turn to keep putting food in her bowl and make her eat it.
Mu Xiaoxiao was worried to death. &Quot; can you stop? I can't even finish it!"