Xu Yiyang, who has a strong self-esteem, naturally won't let his brother feed him.

"I'll come by myself." Xu Yiyang held out his hand and took the bowl. Xu Yiliang did not insist. When handing it to him, he carefully held it in the bottom of the bowl.

The feeling of holding a bowl makes Xu Yiyang feel strange and laborious. It takes a lot of effort and time to eat porridge with a spoon. When hot porridge crosses the throat and enters the stomach, the body has an unspeakable comfort.

It took Xu Yiyang half an hour to solve all the porridge.

"I'll hold you." Xu Yiliang handed the...