Turning his head to look at Su Luo's departing figure, he muttered to himself, "As expected of someone His Highness has chosen, her cooking skills alone are extraordinary, and the rest must be even more outstanding..."
Su Luo was completely unaware of the sensation she had caused. She just carried the food box and walked slowly towards Nangong Liuyun's bedroom.
She had given in, and quietly went down to wash her hands and make soup for him. This matter should be put behind her, right?
When she entered, Nangong Liuyun was leaning calmly on the couch, with his forehead supported by one hand, looking lazy and tired.
"Are you hungry? Come and have some porridge." Su Luo put down the lunch box, brought out the steaming chicken porridge and silverfish soup, and extended her hand to greet Nangong Liuyun.
However, Nangong Liuyun glanced at her slowly, looked up at the sky, curled his lips, and said confidently: "I won't eat it."
He really has the temper of a child. He's still angry with her now?
Su Luo was helpless. She walked over and pulled him up: "Don't be angry. Come and try my cooking. I guarantee that you have never eaten such delicious food in your life."
Su Luo was not bragging, but as far as she knew, no one else was so extravagant as to use spiritual spring water to make soup.
Being dragged to the table by Su Luo's arm, Nangong Liuyun glared at the simple ingredients with disdain: "Can these be eaten? Is this how you send me away?"
"Hey, you've really started a dyeing factory after I gave you some color. Nangong Liuyun, please give me some." Su Luo scooped up half a bowl of hot porridge and handed over a spoon, "Hurry up, drink the porridge while it's hot."
"No." Nangong Liuyun turned his face away awkwardly. It's not so easy to just drink when asked to.
"You haven't eaten for a whole day and night. You have both internal and external injuries. How can you bear it without eating? Be good and drink it up quickly. I spent a lot of effort to make it, and it's all good stuff." Su Luo coaxed him in a gentle voice.
However, the awkward older boy was completely unreasonable. He tilted his head back, his dark eyes fixed on Su Luo, "Do you really want me to eat it?"
"Of course, you must give it to me!" Su Luo said righteously.
"Okay then." Nangong Liuyun stared at Su Luo with his dark starry eyes, and said confidently, "I will eat only if you feed me. Otherwise, I won't eat."
Su Luo put down the porcelain bowl helplessly, "Why don't you take your own body seriously? Beichen and the others care about you very much."
"Then do you care about me?" Nangong Liuyun stared at Su Luo with serious and solemn eyes.
Su Luo: “…”
Under his scorching gaze, Su Luo hesitated to speak. After a while, she picked up the bowl and said, "Okay, I'll feed you. Come on, open your mouth."
Unexpectedly, Nangong Liuyun had reached a dead end. He stared at Su Luo stubbornly, emphasizing each word: "So, do you care about me?"
Su Luo curled her lips slightly, staring at him intently, a little angrily: "Are you a fool? I personally cooked soup for you, if this isn't caring, what is? Have you ever seen me cook for others? Are these fingers of mine used for cooking? You're the first person to taste my cooking, so forget it if you don't want to."
Su Luo stood up, holding the bowl and chopsticks and was about to put them into the food box. If you don't want to eat, then don't eat. Her kindness was in vain.
"What are you doing!" Nangong Liuyun protected the food and stopped Su Luo from getting close. "These are all mine, don't move! Let go!"
Nangong Liuyun looked nervous, just like a child protecting his food, childish and cute.
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