Bo Yanching propped his chin with the other end of his chopsticks, "That was just now, you ate quite a lot, what if you get a sore throat in the middle of the night?"
Nan Jiaojiao pursed her lips, she wasn't being petty, it was all his fault for cooking such delicious food, she couldn't help but eat a little more.
Bo Yanching had finished eating long ago, the white rice in his bowl was gone, with a few streaks of oil left at the bottom. He had been picking food for Nan Jiaojiao, and only stopped when he thought she had enough, preventing her from eating too much. There was still a bite of rice left in her bowl when Bo Yanching took the bowls and chopsticks to wash them.
Nan Jiaojiao was quite peeved, patting her somewhat rounded belly; her frustration towards Bo Yanching was instantly soothed by the rich food.
