He took out the small silver knife from his waist, the knife flashing like the wind, and split a flaky pastry into four pieces. Only then did he let out an "ah" and say, "All the maids have gone out. So I'll just have to serve you your food myself!" With that, he forked up one piece and held it out, almost poking it into the tip of her nose.
Ning Xiaoxian watched him putting on an act, half annoyed, half amused. Seeing him charge in, brandishing the pastry so aggressively, it was clear he had absolutely no experience in serving someone food; his posture was awkward and stiff. If she didn't take it, she'd probably end up with her face smeared with pastry crumbs and lard by Tu. She was naturally fastidious and could never tolerate that, so she could only part her lips slightly and let him feed her the pastry.
