Seeing the boy awkwardly using his left hand to pick up food with chopsticks, Ning Qing felt secretly anxious for him.

When he failed to pick up the shrimp ball for the Nth time, he slammed his chopsticks heavily on the table with a "smack".

Fang Qingyang was so angry that he picked up the bowl and gulped down the porridge in a few gulps.

His gaze remained unfriendly as he stared at the shrimp ball. If his gaze could solidify, Ning Qing would have suspected that the shrimp ball would burst into flames.

Ning Qing was amused by the person and the ball, so she floated over and put the plate of shrimp balls into the food box.

The doctor just explained it very clearly: injured people shouldn't eat seafood or other foods that are considered "heating" in traditional Chinese medicine. What's wrong with these people? The little guy is injured, and they're still bringing him seafood and other "heating" foods. Do they not want his wound to heal?

Fang Qingyang stared intently at the plate containing shrimp balls and floated into the food box.

My gaze followed the movement of the plate.

I was horrified. Could it be that the plates had come to life?

Fang Qingyang slapped himself. Impossible, spirits can't exist after the founding of the People's Republic of China.

He slowly stood up, walked to the lunchbox, reached out, took out the shrimp balls from the lunchbox, and put them back on the table where they were originally.

He walked back and sat on the chair opposite Shrimp Ball, his gaze fixed intently on Shrimp Ball.

He wanted to know how the plate containing the shrimp balls moved by itself.

Ning Qing found it amusing. Did he really like shrimp balls that much? She put them in a lunchbox herself, but the little brat took them out again.

It's a pity, even if you like it, you can't eat it now.

Ning Qing then took the shrimp balls away and put them into a lunchbox.

Fang Qingyang saw the plate again and put it into the lunchbox himself.

I've calmed down a lot now, and the initial shock I felt is gone.

But he couldn't figure out how the plate got into the food container by itself.

Fang Qingyang tried to recall how the plate moved into the lunchbox by itself, but he still couldn't figure it out.

I got up again, took the plate containing the shrimp balls out of the lunchbox, and put it back on the table, this time without putting the plate back in its original place.

He wanted to see if the plate would move on its own only when it was in the correct position.

This time, he deliberately didn't put it back in its original position; he placed it off-center.

Ning Qing saw that the little brat had persistently put the shrimp balls back on the table.

I couldn't help but wonder: Does this little brat really like eating shrimp balls that much?

It was repeatedly placed back on the desktop.

Ning Qing took the shrimp balls off the table again.

Fang Qingyang got the answer: as long as the plate was placed on the table, it could magically move back into the lunchbox.

If he puts the plate somewhere else, can it magically move back into the lunchbox?

Fang Qingyang was a man of action; he stood up again and took the plate from the lunchbox.

This time, he placed the plate on the bed and sat down next to it, his gaze still fixed on it.

Ning Qing watched as the little brat actually took the shrimp ball away and placed it on the bed this time.

Does he want to eat in bed?

You unhygienic brat.

For those unhygienic and disobedient brats.

Ning Qing said that the kid was disobedient and deserved a beating.

One beating won't do. Two beatings will eventually subdue him.

Ning Qing floated to the bedside and concentrated her ghostly power in her right hand.

I gave the little one a loving flick on the forehead while he sat on the bed, intently staring at his plate.

Fang Qingyang covered his still-painful forehead, looking completely bewildered.

Where am I? What am I doing? How did I suddenly get attacked?

He suddenly stood up, his eyes scanning his surroundings, and shouted into the air, "You son of a bitch, who hit me? Step forward, stop sneaking around and attacking people!"

After calling for a while, no one responded.