EPISODE 82Instead of arguing with him again, I reached for the spoon beside the bowl. I picked it up, scooped a generous amount of warm porridge, and held it in front of him.“If you don’t have an appetite, then you’ll just have to eat a little at a time,” I said.I gave him a pointed look.“Now open your mouth.”I immediately brought the spoonful of porridge toward his tightly closed mouth, intending to feed him whether he liked it or not. But the moment the spoon came close, he violently jerked his head to the side, turning away from me in stubborn refusal.“If you don’t get that out of my face right now, that tray is going to fly,” he threatened firmly.“Just try eating it,” I told him, keeping the spoon steady in my hand. “It’s my father’s recipe. Whenever I get sick, this is what he feeds me because I usually lose my appetite and don’t feel like eating solid food.”For a moment, he remained silent.Then he slowly turned his attention back to me. His thick eyebrows were drawn tog
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