Once the words were spoken, the man dressed in white looked over at her.
"Oh, I don't mean anything by that, I just thought that since it was my hands that dirtied it, I should help you clean it." She sneered as she handed over the bowl of soup in her hand, her voice gentle as she continued: "You should drink the soup first! The soup won't taste nice once it's cooled."
Mo Chen looked at her then stretched out his long arms to take the bowl of soup from her and took a sip.
Upon seeing this, Feng Jiu quietly sighed out a breath of relief. She sat down beside him and gave him the other chicken thigh saying: "Come, come, eat more!"
Mo Chen looked at young boy holding the chicken thigh but did not reach out to take it. He had never eaten anything like this in his life. He did not know how to describe the feeling of using his hands to eat.
