The oily sauce from the preserved duck meat seeped deep into the rice, making it very tempting. Jing Li usually doesn’t eat much, but this time she finished a small pot of rice, leaving a layer of crispy rice at the bottom. The crispy rice was both fragrant and crispy, and when Jing Li picked up her chopsticks to eat it, Jing Ran pressed down on her chopsticks with his own, preventing her from picking it up.

Jing Li looked up at him, puzzled.
Jing Ran had a serious expression and said, “Grandma said eating this crispy rice will cause internal heat, so you can’t eat it.”
Indeed, this crispy rice was cooked to perfection and was likely to cause internal heat. But Jing Li hadn’t eaten pot rice in many years and wanted to taste the crispy rice: “It’s okay, I’ll just have a little bit.”

Jing Ran pressed down on her chopsticks, preventing her from reaching for it. “No, when I ate crispy rice as a child, the next day I couldn’t speak and was taken to the hospital by my grandma for a drip.”
Little prince was quite delicate, even eating crispy rice could land him in the hospital. No wonder he disliked taking medicine and getting injections at the hospital, he probably had been there a lot as a child and developed a resistance.
“Lili, if you’re still not full, I can buy you another portion.”

Jing Li: “…”

She wasn’t hungry at all, she just wanted to eat the crispy rice!!!

Jing Ran thought that Jing Li must still be hungry, so he went downstairs and ordered another portion of braised pork rib pot rice for her.
Jing Li felt quite depressed. She had already eaten more than usual today, yet Jing Ran still thought she wasn’t full?

The future daughter-in-law of that Aunt Hai once again brought a pot of rice and placed it in front of Jing Li, taking away her previous pot. Jing Li felt that others might misunderstand her as someone with a big appetite and felt a bit embarrassed, so she lowered her head.

Jing Ran eats slowly, not as fast as girls like Jing Li who are delicate and refined. When Jing Li’s second pot of rice arrived, he had only eaten about a third of his first pot.

“Ranran, I can’t eat that much, so I’ll give you half.” The clay pot was very hot and couldn’t be picked up directly with bare hands, so Jing Li used a small spoon to scoop spoonfuls into Jing Ran’s clay pot.

Jing Li glanced up at Jing Ran and noticed his slightly flushed cheeks, a hint of awkwardness and shyness. He sneakily glanced behind her. When Jing Li turned around, she saw a couple feeding each other, acting all lovey-dovey, taking bites and then kissing.
Oh, the decline of moral standards in today’s society! Can’t they control their hormones in public?

Even the delicate Jing Li was taken aback.

Feeling embarrassed herself, Jing Li quickly turned back and reached out to tug at Jing Ran’s sleeve, whispering, “Don’t stare at others like that, it’s impolite!”

Jing Ran lowered his head, focusing on his clay pot, which now had an extra half portion of rice. He pursed his lips, pondered for a moment, and asked, “Lili, would you like to feed me?”
Jing Li took a deep breath, pretending to be calm, and spoke in an elder-like tone, “Ranran, hasn’t your grandma taught you that when you grow up, you should eat on your own?”

Jing Ran nodded, bowing his head and silently eating his meal.

Jing Li watched Jing Ran, who looked like a dejected giant dog, quietly eating his food. She sighed, reached out and took the small spoon from his hand, and spoke softly, “Just this once.”

Jing Li scooped up a mouthful of rice with the small spoon and brought it close to Jing Ran’s lips. He slightly opened his mouth, took the spoon inside, and ate the rice from it.

Jing Li placed the spoon back into his bowl and looked at Jing Ran, who had a satisfied expression on his face. She remembered the last time they were studying at the library when Jing Ran saw a couple in the front row kissing. He imitated them and asked her if they should try it too.

If one day they encountered something more explicit, would the studious Jing Ran also ask her if she wants to try it?

Maybe she should make it clear to him.

“Ranran.”

“Hmm?”

“Next time we see other people being affectionate, let’s not imitate them.”

“Why?”

“I don’t like it.”

“Oh…”

Setting aside the question of whether Jing Ran is a real or fake boyfriend, Jing Li herself cannot accept such intimate behavior in public, whether it’s from others or herself.

After thinking for a moment, Jing Li added, “I don’t like it in front of other people.”

Jing Ran’s cheeks turned bright red, spreading to his ears and neck. He looked somewhat shy and struggled to speak. Finally, he managed to say, “Um… later… can we kiss when we get home?”
Cough cough…

Jing Li was eating her meal when the studious Jing Ran suddenly startled her with that remark. She choked on her food and pounded her own chest with her small fist.
Oh, Mom, do you know your daughter almost choked to death?