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He Shaochen has no experience of being fed, and has always been very capable of doing things by himself.

Angelo was not someone who would feed him patiently. Now, seeing Mu Siyin bringing it over, He Shaochen naturally stretched out his hand and was about to take it.

"Mom, feed you."

Mu Siyin's gentle voice stopped the movement of He Shaochen's hand.

Hello……

This word was really unacceptable to He Shaochen.

I drank water before, and I felt weak. After drinking water, I felt relieved. Now I feel much better.

"I can do it myself."

His little face felt a little hot. He was already a little adult. How could he let his mother feed him?

"Lele, listen."

"Mother……"

He Shaochen still wanted to fight to the death. It was really embarrassing to be fed.

"Lele, you are sick now."

Mu Siyin's voice was very gentle, and her gentleness revealed that her persistence was irresistible.

…

As soon as Mu Siyin made a move, He Shaochen immediately surrendered.

Although it was still a little unnatural, I no longer objected.

Mu Siyin fed the cold shredded chicken porridge to He Shaochen's mouth...
Chapter completed!