Chapter 682

She nodded and put the bowl on the small table in front of him: "can you, if not..."

Si Mo City did not answer, but has slowly raised his hand.

There were several veins on his forehead, which showed that he was struggling.

Li Xiaoxiao's heart also followed to pull up into a group, small fist clenched tightly, eyes stare big, one does not blink to look at him.

"Little uncle..."

"Yes." Si Mo Cheng's hand has already got the spoon, relatively stable.

After scooping some porridge, it was a little shaky.

Li Xiaoxiao heart a sour, the bowl and spoon are received in the past: "or I come."

"It may be a little hot. Try it first." She spoke softly.

Si Mo City looked at her, silent, a few seconds later, but still swallow the porridge.

Li Xiaoxiao looked very happy, raised a hand and gently touched his head. His eyes were like two crescent teeth: "good."

Si Mo City's eyes softened a bit: "Xiaoxiao."

"Yes?" She gently scooped another spoonful of porridge and blew it gently to her mouth.

"I'm not a child." His voice is very dumb, but still with his unique indifference and calm.

"I know ~ but you are a patient now." Li Xiaoxiao looked at him seriously, especially serious.

He used to feed him, she thought.

Now that he's hurt, there seems to be nothing wrong with her feeding him.

After a few minutes, Si Mo City deep voice mouth: "Xiaoxiao, you eat together."

"I'm not hungry. I'll eat it when you've finished."

"Take another bowl and eat it together." He spoke in a cold voice, still with irresistible dignity.

Li Xiaoxiao thought about it and poured a bowl of millet porridge in the heat preservation bucket for herself.

Two bowls of porridge were placed in front of her, each with a spoon.

There are two pairs of chopsticks on the edge of the dish bowl, which are neat.

After Li Xiaoxiao feeds him two mouthfuls, he will also eat a little, but the two pairs of spoons and chopsticks are tossed up, which is really a bit in a hurry.

After a while, Li Xiaoxiao was a little confused.

Fixed looking at the two bowls in front of her: which bowl is her?

Well It should be the one on the left, right

Li Xiaoxiao picked up the left porcelain bowl and drank some porridge. While putting down the spoon, Sima Cheng slowly said, "Xiaoxiao, that's my bowl."

Li Xiaoxiao Leng for a moment, a pair of big eyes fixed at him.

He looked at her calmly without expression.

Her little face was a little red: "yes I'm sorry, I'm wrong... "

She quickly changed the bowl back. After he had made it clear, he took a spoonful of millet porridge with his spoon and brought it to his mouth.

He was staring at her with black eyes.

Li Xiaoxiao seemed to be afraid that he would not be at ease. He quickly explained, "what you just said is your bowl and spoon. There can be no mistake. I must remember correctly this time."

"Yes." He answered and swallowed the millet porridge.

Li Xiaoxiao faintly felt that there was something wrong with him, but he didn't respond to it for a while.

Si Mo City slowly opened his mouth: "Xiaoxiao."

"Yes?" Li Xiaoxiao raised her eyes and looked at him. There was a trace of confusion in his big eyes.

"My bowl and spoon, you just used it." Si Mo City is expressionless, as if in a simple statement of a fact.

Li Xiaoxiao was stunned for a moment and looked down at the two bowls in front of him, a little confused.

"Well It seems that... " She nodded stupidly.

She just used the wrong bowl and fed it to him.

Isn't that Don't they

Her eyes fell on the white porcelain spoon. The baby's fat face was somewhat unnatural. There was a bright cherry blossom color on her cheek.

They Just used a spoon