When he came in, Lin Qiao had just finished cooking the tofu cakes. "Tingfan, wash your hands and eat a cake, eat while it's hot."
"Okay."
Song Tingfan washed his hands, handed one to each of Song Rong and the others, and then took one for himself. However, he didn't eat it immediately; instead, he brought it to Lin Qiao's lips, wanting her to take a bite.
Knowing his temperament, Lin Qiao didn't say anything. She lowered her head and took a bite. It was a bit hot, so she blew on it a couple of times before chewing. "Not bad."
Out of the corner of her eye, she suddenly saw Song Tingfan eating directly from the spot she had bitten, and her face inexplicably started to turn red.
This rascal is quite good at this.
She decided to ask him someday where he learned this from.
Song Tingfan then again brought the cake to her mouth. She hesitated: "..."
"Ahem, Tingfan, you eat it. I'll wash my hands and get one myself."
He persisted in feeding her, so she had to take another bite.
