Chapter 984 Am I Not Your Baby?

Anyway, Achen and Qing'er had a very happy meal.

Soon, the two of them were full. Ji Shiting put them on the ground and told them not to run around after eating. The two nodded obediently and left the restaurant hand in hand.

Seeing this, the old man also smiled and put down his chopsticks: "I'll go watch them, you hurry up and eat, Shengge, you too, don't just look at him."

This sentence made Ye Shengge blush a little. She was not looking at Ji Shiting, she just wanted to know if this man could patiently take care of two children.

However, after the old man said this, she nodded quickly and picked up the chopsticks.

After the old man left the restaurant, Ye Shengge heard the man opposite seem to laugh.

She suddenly felt depressed, put the chopsticks on the table, and looked up at him.

"What's wrong?" The man looked at her nonchalantly, and the smile at the corner of his lips had not completely faded.

Mocking her, right?

"I want you to feed me too." Ye Shengge said stiffly.

Ji Shiting had just put a green bean into his mouth, and he raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Ye Shengge glared at him fiercely: "Why, am I not your baby? You can feed two children, why can't you feed me?"

The man stared at her with his black eyes, and at the same time chewed the green bean in his mouth and swallowed it.

His Adam's apple rolled.

Ye Shengge said loudly: "If you don't feed me, I won't eat, I'll starve to death!"

He dared to refuse and try, she didn't want face!

Ji Shiting laughed again, nodded slightly, and said calmly: "Okay."

As he said that, he stood up consciously and walked to Ye Shengge's side.

Ye Shengge obediently gave him the chair, and after the man sat down, she finally sat on his lap with satisfaction.

Ji Shiting held her with one hand and looked at the dining table.

"What do you want to eat?"

Ye Shengge snuggled in his arms, and said with a little dissatisfaction: "Don't you remember what I like to eat?"

Ji Shiting lowered his eyes and looked at her.

Ye Shengge opened her eyes wide and looked at him.

The man smiled again, picked up a shrimp with chopsticks and put it to her lips.

Ye Shengge opened her mouth and took it in, feeling a little comforted.

At least he hadn't forgotten what she liked to eat.

But after swallowing it, she continued to be picky: "It's cold."

Ji Shiting paused, and seemed to have taken out all his patience: "I'll ask Sister Xiu to heat it up or redo it. You drink some soup first."

She snorted and reluctantly accepted the arrangement.

Ji Shiting glanced at her, but in the end he didn't express any opinion. He served a bowl of soup with one hand and fed her spoonful by spoonful.

But Ye Shengge still had an opinion: "It's too oily."

Ji Shiting frowned and glanced at the soup bowl. The kitchen usually made home-cooked dishes, but the ingredients were better and the cooking was more delicate. For a soup like this, the oil would have been skimmed clean before it was served.

And she was still not satisfied?

Ye Shengge saw some accusations in his eyes, but she was not guilty: "Anyway, I don't like to drink this."

She wanted to see how much patience this man had for her.

At least for now, Ji Shiting's patience has not been exhausted. He said nothing, pushed the soup bowl aside, and picked up some vegetables for her to eat.

Ji Shiting picked up all the dishes on the table for her, and Ye Shengge was disgusted with them all.

The man had to put down his chopsticks: "Are you full?"

"No, I'm starving!" Ye Shengge looked at him accusingly.