Jiang Zhixun couldn't understand Shen Qingqing's thoughts, but her willingness to eat was already the best thing that could happen.
He had never taken care of a woman before, and now feeding Shen Qingqing made his movements somewhat clumsy.
Afraid that the white rice porridge might spill and dirty Shen Qingqing, he only scooped half a spoon each time.
Although the process was inefficient, at least it wasn't messy, leaving both of them satisfied.
They had a marriage certificate, but their relationship had hit rock bottom over the past three years.
At this moment, Jiang Zhixun wanted to say something but couldn't find a topic.
All he could do was remain silent.
The atmosphere was a bit awkward, and Shen Qingqing lost her appetite after eating only half.
"Eat a little more."
"I'm full."
Shen Qingqing looked weary, clearly exhausted, and seemed ready to sleep.
Jiang Zhixun didn't force her.
Adhering to the principle of not wasting food, he ate the remaining porridge himself.
