Looking at Henry, who was smiling at Ling Jing, she glanced coldly at Ling Jing.
All of a sudden, Ling Jing felt a chill down her spine.
Then she saw Young Master Moore's sad eyes sweeping over her.
Ling Jing wanted to introduce the chicken wings in honey sauce to Monique, but after thinking about it, she decided not to.
She silently lowered her head, picked up a honey chicken wing, and ate it.
"It's strange. I used to think that this honey chicken wing was very delicious when I came here. Why do I feel that this chicken wing is inexplicably not delicious this time!"
As soon as Monique sat down, Henry refilled Monique's bowl courteously. "This is delicious!"
Monique smiled politely. "Oh, thank you! I can do it myself."
Henry didn't seem to hear her and picked up another shrimp.
Monique glanced at Henry.
Henry's hand, which had just been bandaged, accidentally had a little soup dripped there she had just bandaged.
She really wanted to tell him that if he want to eat, she would give it to him.
But she didn't say anything.
Little Nomi, who was almost full, saw that her dad had just ordered a shrimp for her mommy and stared at him with her big cute eyes.
"Dad was probably going to give me this shrimp."
Little Nomi didn't really like eating shrimp.
Just now, Aunt Ling Jing had already prepared a lot for her to eat.
But could it be the same when it was from her father?
It was full of love from a father.
She didn't expect that Henry would put all the shrimps into Monique's bowl. "Eat more. You've lost weight recently!"
His deep and magnetic voice was full of doting.
Louise and Ling Jing had been used to such PDA.
Even the delicious food in front of her had lost its appetite.
On the other hand, Monique was stunned.
Just now, she thought that she was dressing his wound and didn't have a hand to eat, so he gave her food.
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