Chapter 600 - Are You Trying to Make Me Force Feed You with My Mouth (1/2)

Translator: Henyee Translations  Editor: Henyee Translations

There was no more response from Mo Jingshen. Ji Nuan glanced at his name and profile picture.

Could it be that he planned using her photo forever?

To be honest, the photo was quite well-taken.

Although she was in the photo, it wasn’t a tacky selfie. At first glance, the focus seemed to be the scenery outside the car. However, the photographer also caught the person inside the car on camera. At the time, Ji Nuan had been speaking to him and her expression was natural. She wasn’t scowling, and there was even a hint of a smile in her eyes.

To be honest, it was really quite natural and quite pleasant.

After staring for a long while, she abruptly came to the awareness that she had fixated on Mo Jingshen’s display picture in a bout of narcissism. She immediately closed her WeChat and stared at her movie with a stony expression.

1Before she could finish half of the movie, Mo Jingshen returned.

Ji Nuan turned to see that he was holding a bowl of steaming hot noodles. It was an extremely large bowl; likely because he feared she would nitpick that there wasn’t enough and decisively cooked a two person portion instead.

Mo Jingshen placed the bowl on the table. At the same time, he brought over a smaller bowl, lifting some of the noodles onto it. He then turned to Ji Nuan, who remained on the bed: “Didn’t you say you were hungry and wanted noodles? Come eat.”

Ji Nuan remained unmoving on the bed. She spoke lightly: “I don’t have the strength to move off the bed.”

The man glanced at her. Just as Ji Nuan met his gaze, she suddenly thought that he might carry her over. She contemplated standing up herself but the man had already brought the bowl of chopsticks over. He patiently picked up some noodles and raised it to her lips: “Here you go.”

Ji Nuan glanced at him and pursed her lips.

The man lifted his graceful, deep brows: “What’s wrong? You made me cook noodles for you in the middle of the night. Now that the noodles are made and brought to your lips, you’re not going to eat it? Are you trying to get me to feed you with my mouth?”

Ji Nuan glanced at the noodles in his hands: “How did you convince them to let you use the kitchen?”

The man’s expression was unchanged. He patiently dipped the noodles into the broth to maintain its texture, answering: “‘Money can make the devil turn the millstones,’ much less giving up a kitchen.”

Ji Nuan did not reply.

All right, that is indeed the most direct method.

She pursed her lips. Seeing that the noodles were already placed by her mouth, and had been there for a while, she took a bite.

It was really good.

Extremely good.

Seeing that she was slowly chewing, and that she refused to swallow after half a day, her slow movements caused the man to raise his brows: “What’s wrong? It doesn’t taste good?”

Ji Nuan swallowed her conscience as she spoke dishonestly: “It really isn’t all that great.”

The man hummed with a smile. He was mindless of her words as he fed her another mouthful: “You have to eat it even if it isn’t good. Otherwise, you’ll be hungry until the morning.”