However, he ran to the kitchen himself and cooked himself a bowl of porridge.
Thinking of this, she felt that she was beginning to regain her balance...
Soon, a bowl of porridge was ready.
While she was cooking the porridge, Jun Aohan kept shouting and praising her.
Ye Qingli started to feel embarrassed.
After all, she knew her own cooking skills very well.
A bowl of porridge was brought in, Ye Qingli blew it carefully, and then placed it in front of Jun Aohan.
"I'll help you sit up."
"don't want."
"Aren't you hungry?"
"Or are you not hungry now and don't want to eat?"
Ye Qingli swallowed.
It took her a long time to cook such a bowl, and now she was hungry...
"Of course I am very hungry."
Jun Aohan had a pitiful expression on his face.
"But, I am a patient. I am seriously injured and my limbs are weak. How can I eat..."
Hey, what do you want to do..."
Ye Qingli said a little warily.
"Of course I want my Qingli to feed it to me with my own hands."
Jun Aohan had a smile on his face.
"Anyway, you've already cooked the porridge, so it won't be a hassle to feed it again, okay?"
He had a coquettish expression on his face.
Seeing this, Ye Qingli's heart suddenly softened.
The majestic King of Ghosts, so majestic and intimidating to thousands of people, when would he show such an expression in front of others?
"Okay, then I'll feed you once."
She found a spoon and took it out. Then, she placed the porridge between the two of them, took the spoon and put it into Jun Aohan's arms one by one.
I took the first bite.
"Um……"
Jun Aohan closed his eyes and tasted it carefully.
"Is it yummy?"
Ye Qingli said nervously.
"Well, I've never had anything so delicious."
Jun Aohan kept nodding.
"This is much better than the imperial chefs in my house. I really don't know what they usually learn. If I had known better, I should have let them learn from my little Qingli."
"Okay, if it goes too far, it's fake."
Ye Qingli still has this self-awareness.
"Besides, I won't feed you."
"Okay, okay, I won't say anything."
Jun Aohan looked intoxicated.
Then, he came closer and opened his mouth.
"Ah——"
Ye Qingli had a speechless expression on his face.
Does this guy really think of himself as a three-year-old?
"Okay, eat slowly, there will be more later."
Ye Qingli had a seductive expression on his face.
It was like coaxing a child, feeding Jun Aohan porridge.
Jun Aohan, on the other hand, had an expression of enjoyment.
He didn't even raise his hand. After taking a bite, he opened his mouth.
Then, a mouthful of porridge was automatically fed into his mouth.
Moreover, after each bite of porridge, this guy kept chewing and savoring it, with an expression of enjoyment.
Ye Qingli really couldn't stand him like this anymore.
"Hey, you are a prince after all, can you care about your image?"
Look at the way he keeps smacking his mouth while devouring it.
He doesn't look like a prince.
Just like a beggar on the roadside.
Jun Aohan didn't think anything was wrong at all.
He said with a smile: "Because this is the porridge made by my Qingli. It is a hundred times better than the porridge outside."
"Hey, I don't believe it. There must be more than a dozen chefs in your family. How can you still not make delicious porridge?"
"Of course the porridge they cook is delicious, but the porridge you cook has a different taste."
