"Lu'er, treehouse, Zhou'er, there are snacks over there. If you get tired of cultivating, eat some." Qian Yizheng instructed his younger brothers.
The fried rice that Nuonuo made was for him and the eldest brother; the other younger brothers shouldn't try to snatch it. He thought to himself.
If An Yilu and the other two could hear his thoughts, they'd definitely say: Don't worry, even if we're starving, we wouldn't fight with the eldest and second brothers for it.
After all, after eating the little brother's meal, you probably wouldn't want to eat again for three days.
"Alright, second brother, we're off."
An Yilu pulled his two younger brothers and turned to leave.
And not too far away, An Jiuyue watched the kids scheming against each other, unable to hold back her laughter.
