"Drink slowly." Xie Shengxing reminded his brother, noticing how quickly he was drinking.
"I'm really hungry." Xie Yizun hadn't eaten properly all day because of the competition, and he hadn't dared to eat much the days before either.
As soon as he entered the private room and smelled the warm and fragrant aroma, he felt so hungry he could eat a cow.
Now, drinking such delicious hot soup, he couldn't stop.
"Have some porridge too." Ning Youguang asked the waiter to bring Xie Yizun a bowl of porridge.
"Okay." Xie Yizun put down the empty bowl in his hand, picked up the porridge, took a big bite, and got slightly burnt.
"Eat slowly." Xie Shengxing poured him a glass of warm water, "Otherwise, you'll choke."
"No worries." Xie Yizun licked his lips, not slowing down his pace of eating at all.
It was clear the child was really starving.
Seeing him so hungry and thin, there was a bit of heartache in the eyes of the people around him.
