Chapter 67 Feeding

Zhidie didn't expect He Jinchen to appear behind her, and she was caught off guard.

He Jinchen looked at her up and down unscrupulously with his beautiful eyes, looking at Zhidie involuntarily.

"This dress suits you very well." He Jinchen scratched her clothes with his hand and said with a smile.

"Thank you." Zhidie lowered her head and said in an almost inaudible voice.

He Jinchen looked at her and was satisfied and anxious, "Let's eat."

After saying that, he went straight to the table and sat down.

Zhidie followed along step by step and found that there were two stools close to each other in front of the huge table.

He Jinchen sat on one of the stools, and Zhidie took a breath and sat over.

Why are you so close to eating? This is the most incomprehensible thing for Zhidie.

However, Zhidie's little melancholy was immediately attracted by the dishes on the table and forgot all about it.

Oh, there are so many delicious foods. Zhidie counted a total of 108 dishes, 72 meat dishes, and 36 vegetarian dishes.

Zhidie never saw these dishes in her dream, and she didn't know which one to eat first for a while.

It seems that every dish is summoning to her, "Eat me first, eat me first."

Finally, Zhidie decided to eat the dish closest to her first, and then move little by little until she ate the dish farthest from her.

If you say you can eat it, Zhidie holds chopsticks and almost eats the food.

Suddenly, He Jinchen coughed, Zhidie's hands were shaking, and the chopsticks turned a corner, unwilling to come back.

"Oh, I'm so anxious. The master didn't do it. How can I eat first?" Zhidie couldn't help blaming herself in her heart.

In order to cover up the mistake just now, Zhidie said with a smile on her face, "Lord Snake King, please eat first."

"I can't eat the little butterfly." He Jinchen smiled more beautifully than her.

Er, how can I not eat it? Didn't the hand grow well on the arm?

"I'm hurt. I can't eat it by myself. Feed me." He Jinchen said another sentence that made Zhidie lose her chin.

Yes, why did you forget that he was injured? I just wanted to ask him, but as soon as I saw the dishes on the table, I forgot it.

But looking at his appearance, he obviously doesn't look like an injury. His face is many times better than Zhidie's.

"Little butterfly, my wound hurts so much." He Jinchen frowned and covered the wound with his hands.

This expression is amorous in Zhidie's eyes. He looks a little more beautiful than the heartbreaking Xishi.

Unconsciously, Zhidie has been ** by He Jinchen's "male sex" and blurted out, "Okay, I'll feed you."

Zhidie picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of chicken, and sent it to He Jinchen's mouth.

"Little butterfly, you have to blow it, or it will burn me." He Jinchen said with big innocent eyes.

Seeing this, Zhidie's motherhood suddenly played to the extreme.

She blew it gently before sending it to He Jinchen's mouth again.

"Little butterfly, I want to drink soup." He Jinchen pointed his chin to Tang not far away and said.

Zhidie filled a spoonful and blew it to He Jinchen's mouth.

"If you don't blow, you can blow again." He Jinchen suddenly became picky.

Zhidie took it back and blew it again. It was delivered to his mouth again.

"It's still hot. You can blow it again." He Jinchen still doesn't follow.

I couldn't, so I had to blow for a long time. "It won't be hot this time."

He Jinchen still shook his head and said, "No, it's still very hot."

Zhidie became a little angry when she heard it and said, "I've blown it so many times. It must be fine."

"I don't believe it." He Jinchen played a childish temper, "Unless you drink it and let me have a look."

Zhidie had no choice but to take a sip. "What do you think? I'll say it's not hot."

As he spoke, he fed He Jinchen to drink.

"The soup mixed with your saliva tastes good." He Jinchen said with a hidden smile, provocatively, and licked the spoon with his tongue.

Zhidie blushed with shame. Knowing that she had been fooled, she was slightly annoyed. I want to go, but I haven't eaten a bite of the food on the table. It's a pity to leave.

After a long time, Zhidie struggled to walk and didn't walk. Until He Jinchen was satisfied with the meal, Zhidie had not thought about whether to go or not.

Seeing that He Jinchen was full, Zhidie finally became happy, and it was finally her turn to eat. Although the food was cold, she didn't mind. What does it matter if it was so good to eat?

Just as Zhidie was about to pick up her chopsticks to have a big meal, He Jinchen suddenly called someone in.

"King, what's the matter?" The maid who came in said.

"Remove it down." He Jinchen glanced at the dishes, as if he didn't see Zhidie, and ordered and said.

Withdraw the dishes? Zhidie thought she had hallucinations. She hadn't eaten yet, okay? She couldn't believe that He Jinchen would remove the mill and kill the donkey! Er, well, she is not a donkey. I don't know what it is.

Zhidie opened her eyes wide and watched the maid take one dish after another from her. She swallowed her saliva and tried to stop them many times, but she still held back.

He Jinchen felt murderous behind him. He suddenly turned around and was climbing on Zhidie's resentful eyes.

"Oh, I feel a little sore from the wound." With that, he was already shaky as if he couldn't stand.

Zhidie quickly held him with her hands and eyes. "How's it going? Call me a doctor, right?

He Jinchen shook his head, and his voice was much weaker. "I've seen it just now."

"What did the doctor say?" Zhidie asked anxiously?

"He said he needed to rest for a few days, and he couldn't be too excited." What He Jinchen said was even more powerless.

"Then you should take good care of it. How about I help you for a while? She suggested?

He Jinchen nodded in agreement.

In this way, Zhidie walked towards ** with He Jinchen's body. She felt that the weight of his whole body was on her, and his mouth was so close to her face. She had to turn her head aside to prevent her mouth from touching her face.

Zhidie felt that his breathing was too fast again, and there was a heat rushing to her neck. It made her neck itchy.

If she looked at his pale face and weak speech, she really doubted who pretended to be.

Finally, he came to the bedside, and Zhidie carefully helped him to lie down.

Looking at him lying on **, Zhidie's heart returned to its original place little by little.

There is nothing to do. Zhidie remembered the 108 dishes just now. What a pity. I haven't tasted any of them. I don't know what will happen to those dishes? Will it be eaten? Or will it be dropped? It would be a pity if it was dropped. How bad it would be if such a good thing was thrown away.

While thinking nonsense, He Jinchen seemed to have guessed her thoughts and said, "Those dishes just now are cold. I asked them to take them down and heat them, and then send them to Zixuanyuan in a moment.