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"Thank you, Sister Qing, but I don't like soup. You can drink it yourself."

"Give me a drink!" Zhang Qing's eyes widened in a frightening way.

With no other option, Li Cheng had to drink the soup spoonful by spoonful.

“This is a free-range chicken that I had Aunt Li specially select. It’s perfect for a young person like you.”

Li Cheng took a sip and suddenly said in a flattering tone, "Actually, Sister Qing, you're not that old either."

"Otherwise what? Do you think I'm an old woman?" Zhang Qing glared at Li Cheng again. "Open your mouth!"

Left with no other choice, Li Cheng had to obediently open his mouth.

"I'll drink it myself. Sister Qing, why don't you get dressed and come to the table to eat?"

Zhang Qing turned around and rummaged through the wardrobe, asking with some doubt, "Why do you think I'm having an affair with A Biao?"

Li Cheng was at a loss for words.

“Ah Biao is just someone who looks after my place; I have nothing to do with him.”

Zhang Qing hurriedly explained to Li Cheng, which made Li Cheng feel much better immediately.

In Li Cheng's mind, Zhang Qing seemed to care more about him than Li Tao.

"Oh……"

Zhang Qing sighed and said, "I've always been quite willful since I was little, and no one can stop me. Last night I was going to go to Xinghai Bay, but my mom was there, so I turned back. I didn't expect to hear you talking bad about me as soon as I walked in."

"I was wrong, I'm sorry, sis." Li Cheng quickly sat down on the edge of the bed and handed the soup spoon to Zhang Qing. "Sister Qing, have some soup!"

"I won't eat!" Zhang Qing turned her face to the side.

"Eat something, Sister Qing!" Li Cheng pleaded. "It's all my fault, but I still hope you can eat something so I can feel better."

Zhang Qing remained silent.

Li Cheng stared at her blankly.

Zhang Qing was probably touched, and suddenly blurted out, "What are you standing there for?"

"what?"

Hey!

Although Li Cheng really wanted to feed her, he thought that this was her home, and it would be bad if Old Zhang found out.

"I've had my mouth open for ages, why aren't you moving?"

After hesitating for a long time, Li Cheng finally put the spoon into the soup base, scooped a spoonful, and fed it to Zhang Qing.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Qing suddenly spat it out!

What's going on here?

Li Cheng was a little confused. The chicken soup was clearly delicious, not too salty or bland, and full of flavor. What was Zhang Qing up to now?

"You heartless bastard! Are you trying to scald me to death? There's a layer of oil on top, and the soup underneath is scalding hot!"

Li Cheng thought to himself, "It's not that bad. I've drunk it before. It seems she's just deliberately trying to cause trouble."

Zhang Qing quickly wiped her mouth with a tissue. After she finished, she saw Li Cheng standing there thoughtfully, so she opened her mouth and said:

“When I feed you, I always blow on it to cool you down. Why don’t you learn from me? I think you’re just silly.”

Li Cheng was embarrassed by what was said and lowered his head, speechless.

"Don't just stand there, keep feeding me!"

Having learned his lesson, Li Cheng naturally remembered it. He scooped up a spoonful of soup, blew on it, and brought it to Zhang Qing's lips.

Zhang Qing first carefully felt the temperature of the chicken soup with her lips, then happily opened her mouth and drank it all in one gulp.

"Hehe, Aunt Li's cooking is really good."

After Li Cheng fed her a few mouthfuls, Zhang Qing said, "Alright, alright, I've had enough. You can drink it yourself. Oh, and you have to finish this chicken."

"Sister Qing, how could I possibly finish this chicken? Why don't you have some?"

"You're a grown man, how can you not finish a chick?"

"I really can't eat that much."

As he spoke, Li Cheng tried to poke the chicken with a spoon, but couldn't break it open. He had no choice but to place the large bowl on the bedside table and prepare to tear the chicken apart by hand.

"You're such a savage, you're filthy! Don't you know how to tear it with your mouth?"

"All right……"

Li Cheng thought that if he used his mouth to tear it, he would definitely get his face oily, which would make him look even more slovenly.

What are you spacing out for?

"I……"

Li Cheng stood there dumbfounded, and finally tore off a chicken leg with his mouth.

Just as he was about to spit it into the bowl and then pick it up with his hands, Zhang Qing said, "Don't spit it out, hold it in your mouth!"

Li Cheng looked completely bewildered, a chicken leg dangling from his mouth, staring at Zhang Qing with confusion.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Qing put her arm around Li Cheng's shoulder, and their faces slowly drew closer. Finally, she snatched the chicken leg from Li Cheng's mouth.

Li Cheng was utterly stunned, while Zhang Qing ate with relish.

Then, she smacked her lips and said, "Delicious, delicious, feed me another piece."

Li Cheng really couldn't understand Zhang Qing. First, she complained that shredded chicken was unhygienic, but now she was enjoying saliva chicken with relish...

Li Cheng was too embarrassed to continue tearing the chicken apart.

Zhang Qing frowned: "What's wrong? I've only just started eating, and you're already reluctant to let me go?"

"I...I've already torn a hole in the chicken, why don't you eat it yourself?" With that, Li Cheng handed the bowl to Zhang Qing.

"Hmph, how dare you say that? You'd listen to me even if it meant going through fire and water, but you're so impatient when I ask you to feed me chicken."

“I’m not impatient, it’s just…”

"Stop explaining, are you going to feed me or not?"

Li Cheng had no choice but to keep telling himself that as long as he was selfless, he should just feed him.

Anyway, there was no one else in the house, and Old Man Zhang was physically disabled, so he stayed in his room.

So, Li Cheng gritted his teeth and bit into another chicken wing.

Zhang Qing pouted and stared at Li Cheng for a long time before shyly bringing her lips closer.

Just as Zhang Qing was about to bite into the chicken, the door was suddenly pushed open, and Old Man Zhang appeared in the doorway, pushing his wheelchair with an incredulous expression.

Oh no, this is exactly what I feared. This is a huge problem.

Li Cheng was so frightened that he jumped up, almost spilling the chicken soup in his bowl.

Old Zhang watched Li Cheng from a distance, then silently pushed his wheelchair toward him.

"Ruined……"

Li Cheng wasn't afraid of being misunderstood by Old Man Zhang, but how could he face him in the future?

Li Cheng, at a loss, was blankly waiting for Old Man Zhang's lecture, but he inadvertently glanced at Zhang Qing. She had chicken in her mouth and looked completely indifferent, as if to say, "It's no big deal, don't worry!"

Li Cheng's mind was in complete turmoil. What should he do?

An unprecedented worry welled up in Li Cheng's heart, and he felt ashamed and annoyed.

"My life was ruined by a bowl of chicken soup?"

Li Cheng was prepared; no matter how Old Man Zhang criticized him, it was his own fault.

Without explanation or uttering a word, even after being kicked out of the Zhang family, he had no complaints.

Li Cheng placed the bowl on the bedside table and stood up straight, waiting for Old Man Zhang to punish him.

Meanwhile, Old Man Zhang had already reached Li Cheng. He grabbed Li Cheng's shoulders with both hands, trying to stand up from his wheelchair, but he accidentally stepped on the chicken soup that Zhang Qing had sprayed on the ground earlier. His foot slipped, and he stumbled and fell backward.

"Dad, be careful!"

Li Cheng quickly put his arm around Old Man Zhang's waist, and the two staggered a few steps.