The two of them took turns eating, and Qiao Shu was so full.

Fu Jingyu fed her another chopstick of food, but Qiao Shu waved her hand and refused: "No, no, I really can't eat anymore."

She felt like she had eaten something up her throat.

Seeing that she really couldn't eat anymore, Fu Jingyu gave up and finished the half of the bun left in his hand in just a few bites.

"Are you full?"

Qiao Shu looked at him and said.

Fu Jingyu nodded: "I'm full."

Qiao Shu held him back: "No, if you eat another one, you must not be full."

She has a small appetite and can eat half of it. Fu Jingyu and she ate one together, so he definitely wasn't full.

Fu Jingyu looked at the lunch box in his hand. The white and plump buns made him particularly fond of them.

"No, I'm really full."

It was okay for him to eat one, so how could he eat something that belonged to a little girl?

He is a rough man and can eat anything, but Qiao Shu is different. She has a small throat and can't eat those steamed buns at all. She can't eat these buns for long either.

Qiao Shu frowned, pouted, and took out another meat bun from inside and handed it to Fu Jingyu: "I told you to eat it, so eat it."

Fu Jingyu was about to put it back, but Qiao Shu glared at him fiercely: "If you don't eat it, I will ignore you in the future. I won't want anything you give me, and you will never see me again."

Fu Jingyu was frightened by her. After hesitating for a while, he reached out for the bun.

"I...I'll just eat it."

Seeing that he had compromised, Qiao Shu nodded in satisfaction: "That's more like it. Come on, open your mouth."

Qiao Shu stuffed the meat bun in his hand into Fu Jingyu's mouth and said with a smile: "I bought seven meat buns. You can eat two, and give one to Grandma and Xiaohua. I have three left. I will give one to Sister Xiaoyan."

Qiao Shu counted out how he should distribute the buns.

Hearing Qiao Shu's words, Fu Jingyu frowned: "Baozi, eat it yourself."

Qiao Shu looked at him puzzledly, and it took him a while to understand what he meant: "You want me to not share it with others and keep it for myself?"

Fu Jingyu nodded.

Qiao Shu felt warm in his heart. He glanced at the meat bun in his hand and said with a smile, "But grandma and the others also have a share. I will share it all with them."

"No!" Fu Jingyu was firm. He didn't want Qiao Shu to share her buns with others, and he didn't want anyone else to touch her buns, even if that person was his grandmother or sister.

Qiao Shu shrugged and said, "I already allocated them when I bought them, and you know my appetite. I really can't eat much every day. In this weather, the meat buns won't keep for long."

Knowing that Fu Jingyu was doing this for her own good, Qiao Shu simply reasoned with him carefully.

"But you won't be able to eat enough."

This is what Fu Jingyu is most worried about.

He was afraid that the girl would be too generous and starve herself.

Qiao Shu smiled, stepped on his toes and patted his shoulder: "Don't worry, I'm the best to myself, I won't starve myself, I've already made arrangements, I bought some candied corn and steamed buns, and asked Sister Xiaoyan to bring them to me when she goes to work."

Fu Jingyu still disagreed: "The ones for Grandma and Xiaohua are not necessary."

Qiao Shu pouted and retorted: "This is a gift from me to Grandma and Xiaohua. You have no right to refuse it on their behalf. Your opinion is useless."