Fu Ziqian went to buy breakfast, soy milk, fried dough sticks, and porridge, and returned to the hospital.
Qiao Chuchu was using her uninjured hand to play on her phone.
Her phone had already been sent back from the police station.
"Eat," Fu Ziqian said.
Qiao Chuchu nodded and put down her phone.
Fu Ziqian opened the food box, holding porridge in one hand and a spoon in the other, feeding the porridge to Qiao Chuchu's mouth.
Qiao Chuchu: "..."
She couldn't open her mouth.
She remembered that after she turned three, she rarely needed anyone to feed her.
"I... still have one hand that isn't injured," Qiao Chuchu said.
Meaning she could eat by herself.
Fu Ziqian didn't speak, looking at her, maintaining the feeding posture.
Qiao Chuchu glared at Fu Ziqian.
Fu Ziqian remained unmoved, still holding that position.
"..."
Qiao Chuchu rolled her eyes, unable to deal with Fu Ziqian, so she obediently opened her mouth and ate the porridge Fu Ziqian fed her.
