"Uh..."
Seeing Nangong Qingcheng's rare cute and silly look, Jiang Feng paused, immediately thinking of the meaning of the hot porridge.
Amusement welled up in his heart, but he couldn't laugh out loud, so his whole face was twisted a bit.
After taking a deep breath, he finally picked up the white porridge cup and brought it to Nangong Qingcheng's small mouth.
Although Nangong Qingcheng saw that Jiang Feng was holding back laughter awkwardly, with her simple-as-paper nature, she naturally wouldn't know what indecent thought Jiang Feng had in his mind.
Seeing Jiang Feng obediently bring the hot porridge to her lips, she happily took a small taste and lightly hummed, "Potstickers."
Jiang Feng obediently picked up the potstickers.
Seeing this bad boy being so obedient and compliant for once, Nangong Qingcheng couldn't help but feel a little smug.
She alternated between eating potstickers and sipping hot porridge, keeping Jiang Feng's one free hand extremely busy.
