Feng Qifan uncorked a wine bottle and placed it on the table for Han Lingxi to use as a table. Then he unscrewed a bottle cap to make a rice bowl, but the rice bowl was still too big. However, he couldn't find a more suitable one, so he had to make do with it. Then he found an eraser in his study, which would be a makeshift place to sit.
"Go wash your hands first."
Han Lingxi glanced at her small dining table and could hardly bear to look at it; out of sight, out of mind.
"good."
Feng Qifan also found it a bit unbearable to watch, but he was quite satisfied to see that Han Lingxi didn't have any extreme reactions. He was always willing to grant Han Lingxi's other requests.
Feng Qifan placed Han Lingxi in his palm, then went to the bathroom to let Han Lingxi wash her hands. Han Lingxi thought to herself, "So this is what it feels like to be held in someone's palm."
Feng Qifan turned on the tap, and Han Lingxi looked at the water flowing like a waterfall to her and felt her sadness surge like the water from the tap. The saddest thing in life is that even a sink can be an insurmountable chasm for you.
Feng Qifan was obviously aware of the problem, so he took some water with one hand and placed it in front of Han Lingxi so that she could wash her hands in his hand. Han Lingxi originally wanted some hand sanitizer, but when she saw the huge bottle next to her, she gave up. She estimated that one drop of hand sanitizer would be enough to stun her.
Feng Qifan looked at the little thing washing its hands in his hands, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly. It wasn't the usual smile he used to cover up his true feelings, but a genuine smile from the bottom of his heart.
After washing his hands and returning to the dining table, Feng Qifan carefully took two toothpicks, broke off the tips, and gave them to Han Lingxi to use as chopsticks. Then he quickly discovered another frustrating problem: the rice grains were as big as a winter melon to Han Lingxi. Feng Qifan had no choice but to take out a magnifying glass and use the toothpicks to cut the rice into small pieces. Fortunately, Han Lingxi was full after eating just one grain of rice, otherwise she would have gone crazy if Feng Qifan had to cut a whole bowl of rice.
"So being small has its advantages too. You eat so little, you'll be much easier to raise."
After finishing her meal, Han Lingxi wiped her mouth with a small piece of tissue that Feng Qifan had cut into pieces, sighing as she did so. She also gave Feng Qifan a wink, meaning, "I'm so easy to take care of, you absolutely can't kick me out."
"No matter how much you eat, I can still feed you."
Feng Qifan said with a smile in his eyes.
The two of them were stunned as soon as Feng Qifan said those words, mainly because the sentence was a bit ambiguous, especially when it came between former boyfriend and girlfriend.
"Let me take you to the sofa to watch TV. I'm going to take a shower first."
Feng Qifan quickly spoke up to break the awkward atmosphere.
"good."
Han Lingxi nodded in agreement.
Feng Qifan, looking somewhat awkward, lifted Han Lingxi onto the sofa and placed the remote control next to her. He figured she could easily change channels by stepping on it, but he guessed it would be difficult for her to press the buttons.
Feng Qifan cleared the table and went to the kitchen to wash the dishes. He leaned against the door and took a few deep breaths, feeling that something must have gone wrong with his brain, otherwise how could he have said such a thing? After calming down, Feng Qifan started washing the dishes.
When Feng Qifan finished washing the dishes and came out, he heard Han Lingxi seemingly making a phone call.
"Mom, how is Dad doing?"
Feng Qifan's heart jumped instantly. She probably wanted to contact her family to take her home, which made sense. After such an unbelievable incident, any normal person would want to go home. But for some reason, he just felt very uncomfortable.
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