Lu Xiaoxiao looked at the spoon with soup and a piece of pigeon meat.

She looked.

Look again.

until Chu Mo impatiently urged her: "If you are not in a hurry to draw, you can eat by yourself."

Lu Xiaoxiao looked up and found that the tip of the ear with ink was a little red, just like the pink of the shallow peach petals that she could have only after diluting the paint with clear water many times and many times.

Lu Xiaoxiao reminded Chu Mo calmly: "Amu, the soup is dripping on my skirt."

Moving the spoon away with ink, a drop of pigeon soup fell on the...