"Ah..."
What Wang Fan didn't expect was that this little foodie actually picked up a piece of meat and held it up to his mouth.
Even said "Ah" like feeding a child, Wang Fan's face turned red like a monkey's butt.
Seeing Wang Fan not opening his mouth, Zhuo Qianqian pushed the meat closer, so Wang Fan had to open his mouth and eat it.
"Hehehe..."
Zhuo Qianqian giggled, then scooped up a mouthful of meat and rice for herself, her big eyes quickly curved into pretty crescents.
Wang Fan chewed the meat a bit absentmindedly, unsure if it was really the chef's extraordinary skill or what, but it tasted exceptionally delicious and sweet.
Hmm, but the rice wasn't as fragrant as the Northeast's scented rice.
Zhuo Qianqian seemed to find joy in feeding, taking a bite herself and then feeding Wang Fan a mouthful. Quickly, they finished a box of pig's foot rice.
