President, Please Be Careful
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Zhao Youlin rushed to send Joy to kindergarten this morning, so she did not open the lid to see what was in the food jar. He did not expect such misunderstandings to occur.

At that moment, Zhao Youlin really wanted to dig a place and bury herself. He did not dare to raise his head and snort. “I don't know if you prefer sweet or salty foods, so I asked the cook to make whatever he wanted. If you really don't want to eat this, forget it. I'll go downstairs and buy you another one later."

Right after Zhao Youlin finished speaking, she heard the person next to her reply, "Give me a meal."

"Huh?" Zhao Youlin suddenly lifted her head and looked at Mu Tingfeng in surprise.

Actually, Mu Tingfeng did not particularly like sweet foods. It was just that he was tired after having a high fever from wasting too much energy. He had not eaten anything this morning, so he was already hungry.

Smelling the scent of red dates and lotus seed porridge, his body had already given the most honest response.

The most important thing was that this porridge was brought by Zhao Youlin. Although it was slightly different from what he expected, it did not affect his current good mood.

"I said, if you feed me, I'll eat."

This time, Zhao Youlin clearly understood what Mu Tingfeng said. His expression immediately became a little strange. “Is President Mu a three-year-old? Why do you need someone to feed you?”

Facing Zhao Youlin's insinuation, Mu Tingfeng did not feel ashamed at all. He raised his hand which was still on the plaster and wrapped like a mummy, he said confidently, "My hand is hurt."

The corner of Zhao Youlin's eyes twitched. “...If I'm not mistaken, you hurt your left hand.”

"Yes." Yeah." Mu Tingfeng nodded calmly. "Pawning."

Zhao Youlin was speechless. 'Mu Tingfeng, can you be more shameless?'

Forcefully withstanding her complaint, Zhao Youlin said stiffly, "Actually, if you don't want to eat ..."

“I want to eat.” Zhao Youlin was cut off before she finished speaking.

The eyes within Mu Tingfeng looked into Zhao Youlin's eyes. He said solemnly, "You promised to take care of me."

The implication was that it was something he promised. He would break the promise if he could not even fulfill such a small request.

Zhao Youlin felt as if blood was stuck in her throat. She wished she could spit it out on Mu Tingfeng now.

After taking a few deep breaths, Zhao Youlin was able to suppress her anger. He took the spoon at the side furiously and took out a spoonful of porridge no matter if it was still hot or not. Then, she would put it into Mu Tingfeng's mouth.

Mu Tingfeng did not open her mouth, and she simply looked at Zhao Youlin without moving. His gaze made Zhao Youlin feel that she was a little unreasonable. Then, he looked down a bit and ate his food.

Zhao Youlin was stunned. Then, he took another spoonful of porridge in front of Mu Tingfeng.

Compared to a three-year-old, Mu Tingfeng was clearly much more obedient. He ate whatever Zhao Youlin was feeding quietly, and he looked extremely obedient.

'Pffts.' Zhao Youlin laughed in her mind. If Mu Tingfeng knew that someone considered her obedient, she wondered what expression she would have. He felt funny when he thought about it.

Mu Tingfeng's cooperation quickly reduced the porridge in the food jar by more than half. This time, the spoon that Zhao Youlin brought forward was also blocked for the first time.

"Are you full?" Zhao Youlin looked at Mu Tingfeng, who no longer opened her mouth, and asked in confusion.

Zhao Youlin was dumbfounded, and she stared blankly at the spoon in her hand and the porridge on the bucked, which had been eaten by more than half. He did know why but the first thing that came to his mind was …

Eating together means sharing a spoon; eating the same porridge means an indirect kiss!

An inexplicable embarrassment swept over Zhao Youlin without warning, making her blush. He coughed and said, “No need. I eat when I'm at home, so I'm not too hungry now.”

"Oh." Mu Tingfeng's tone sounded somewhat sad, but the sadness lasted only for a moment. He continued to eat the remaining porridge casually.

Lips that became red from the hot porridge, the jakun that moved due to the act of swallowing, and the tip of the tongue that slipped on the edge of the silver spoon when he took out the spoon from his mouth at the end.

Seeing Mu Tingfeng like this, Zhao Youlin felt that her inexplicable embarrassment had reappeared, and she cursed in her mind. 'Damn 'Damn. He just ate porridge. Why show such a seductive appearance?’

Mu Tingfeng was not aware of the male hormones she was unconsciously emitting. He ate the porridge that was fed by Zhao Youlin while carefully observing the expression on his face.

After he was stared at by the annoyed Zhao Youlin, he felt strange. Did he do something that made him unhappy? Isn't that okay now? It is very difficult to guess the mind of a woman.

Time passed slowly as Zhao Youlin fed Mu Tingfeng. When he returned to his senses, the porridge had been depleted by him.

Zhao Youlin was stunned as she looked at the empty food jar. Even though it was a small food jar, and only three-quarters of it was filled, it was still a jar.

Mu Tingfeng had spent the porridge on the food jar in such a short period of time. He really eats a lot.

Mu Tingfeng did not know that Zhao Youlin was shocked at this moment. He stared at the empty food jar and frowned sadly. He seemed to be dissatisfied with the amount of porridge in the food jar because he wanted to enjoy the pleasure of being fed for a while.

But President Mu, who had not eaten twice, felt very full after eating a large bottle of porridge. He could only say, "I'm full, so keep it."

The corner of Zhao Youlin's mouth twitched. He thinks to himself. 'What else can you do even if you are not full? You've finished the whole jar of porridge, okay?’

Zhao Youlin kept the jar with a grim expression. Before she sat down, she heard Mu Tingfeng say, "I don't like sweet foods."

Zhao Youlin was speechless. 'Why do you eat so much when you don't like it? You're just torturing yourself.'

"And so, I want to eat something you made yourself tomorrow."

“...What I make is not as delicious as the food made by the cook.” 'Again, why should I cook for a jerk like you?'

"It's okay. I don't like it.”

Zhao Youlin felt like her knee was shot by an arrow. It was so painful that he wanted to grab the collar of the person in front of him and shouted, "You don't hate me, but I don't like you!"

"I don't want to cook." The five no-nonsense words fully revealed Zhao Youlin's current depressed mood.

Mu Tingfeng turned his head and glanced at Zhao Youlin calmly. Then, he pursed his lips and said, "I want to eat."

Zhao Youlin was furious. 'What do you mean you want to eat? You want to eat, so I have to make it for you? Aren't you thinking too much about yourself?’