Qiao Yin clutched the bowl, "Not giving you any to eat!"
"Stingy, aren't you going to give me any? Didn't I cook it?"
"What if you did cook it? It's mine now, I barely have enough for myself, of course, I won't share with you."
"There's another bowl downstairs. I made two, if it's not enough, I can get you more."
"Then go eat that one!"
"But I want to eat from your bowl."
Qiao Yin gave him a hard stare, realizing that he was doing it on purpose.
She ignored him and continued to eat her own.
But he kept watching her, as if the dumplings in her bowl were a feast for the eyes.
She took a look at him and finally relented. She picked up a dumpling and put it to his lips, "I'll only give you one."
Lu Lingche laughed, gulping down the dumpling, his hold on her becoming tighter.
She was soft towards him after all. Even if she hated him, seeing that he wanted to eat, she still fed him.