“How heartless you are! Can’t I come to visit?” Despite the elegant smile on Gong Jie’s face, his eyes were teeming with provocation.

  Yun Shishi, who had just finished pruning her plants, happened to enter the living room right at this moment. Upon spotting her husband, she smiled and waved him over in greeting. “Come; it’s dinner time!”


  Her youngest son, meanwhile, removed his apron and hung it on the door. “Daddy, dinner is ready!”


  Only then did Mu Yazhe let the matter drop as he walked over to the dining table, taking a seat by his wife’s side. The woman scooped rice into their individual bowls before saying, “Let’s dig in! Xiao Jie, you should try my baby’s cooking.”


  “Mm!”


  She then took out some clean chopsticks and distributed each of them a pair.

  The twins hummed an acknowledgment in unison as they received their chopsticks from their mother, but they did not touch their food right away. Instead, Youyou’s dark orbs were on his uncle and his father; his curious gaze volleyed between the two!

  With these two being nemeses, I wonder if a fight will break out between them at the dining table.

  Surely, that won’t happen, right?

  They must endure each other for mommy’s sake, after all.

  The boy chortled to himself before sipping his drink. Just then, he saw his uncle, with a polite, smiling expression, pick up a chunk of meat and place it in his father’s bowl.

  “Have a piece of meat, brother-in-law.”


  The man felt somewhat surprised by the other’s sudden affability toward him. His heart inevitably raced in nervousness as he cast him a skeptical gaze.

  Cough! The younger of the twins choked on his drink and very nearly spat it out of his mouth. It was all thanks to his elegant mannerism that he managed to stop himself in the nick of time. He swallowed it down with much difficulty before letting out a few coughs in lieu.

  His mother frowned and hastily asked with concern, “Are you okay?”


  “I’m fine!”


  He dabbed the corners of his lips with a paper napkin. Is my uncle not in the right frame of mind today?

  She looked at him strangely before continuing to put dishes in his and his brother’s bowl.

  The woman then turned toward her brother, asking, “Youyou’s curried beef tastes pretty good; would you like to try some?”


  “Yep.”


  Before he could lift his hand, the enthusiastic woman picked up a piece of beef with her chopsticks and, using her other hand as a plate, lest the sauce drip onto the other dishes, delivered it right into his mouth.

  He could not help feeling a little tickled. Is my foolish sister treating me like a little kid again?

  As a little boy, he used to be very naughty when it came to mealtime. His mother had to chase him with a rice bowl in hand just to make him eat his meal. At times, she even wished that she could aim a gun at his head just to make him behave and eat his meals.

  His sister, on the other hand, was a lot gentler. Whenever he threw a tantrum and refused to eat his meal, she would very patiently feed him a mouthful of meat, followed by a mouthful of rice.

  He enjoyed being fed by his sister very much. Thus, at each mealtime, he would stick close to her and sit by her side, opening and closing his mouth nonstop just like a cute and willful baby swallow.

  His older sister did not mind this and would very patiently feed him one mouthful after another.

  This was how he developed his arrogant and willful ways. The habit of needing others to feed him his meal was only gradually corrected after he returned to the Gong family.

  The grown man, in fact, wanted to help himself, but upon meeting his brother-in-law’s hostile gaze, he changed his mind. He opened his mouth wide, allowing his sister to feed him a mouthful of the juicy beef.

  “Mm!”


  His eyes widened in surprise as he savored the meat in his mouth.

  It had been cooked to perfection with its flesh remaining tender and juicy with just the right amount of firmness. Meanwhile, the sauce, being neither too salty nor too bland, tasted very flavorful.

  Even though he was not a fan of curry, the curried beef that his youngest nephew had prepared tasted unique and irresistible, which left him hankering for more.