The caregiver breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing Jiang Moxi.
"Miss Jiang, you've come at the right time. I need to feed Mr. Feng, but he insists on eating by himself..."
The caregiver hurriedly told Jiang Moxi what had happened just now.
It turns out that Feng Ming's hands weren't as nimble as they used to be, unable to feed himself.
The caregiver was going to feed Feng Ming, but he still insisted on eating by himself.
After more than a dozen attempts, all unsuccessful in getting the spoonfuls of porridge into his mouth, Feng Ming, in a fit of anger, swept all the porridge onto the floor.
"It's okay, I'll take care of it here. Could you please help us get another serving of porridge?"
After Jiang Moxi gave her instructions, the caregiver quickly went to get the porridge.
Jiang Moxi didn't rush to persuade Feng Ming, instead, she took a broom and began to clean up the mess on the floor.
