Gu Wangchao, who had basically mastered the skill of harvesting rice, also straightened his back.
Noticing that his eldest brother seemed droopy, he puzzledly asked, "What's up with you?"
Gu Peihai's eyes were dull, "Some people are really lucky, didn't do any work, yet they still get food from their sister. Normally, Miaomiao's very protective of her food."
Gu Wangchao paused, turned his head, and saw Gu Chi, who was standing on the ridge, nibbling on something. Noticing his gaze, he smiled, "Want some, Chao? Miaomiao gave it to me, and gave a lot."
Suddenly, he felt a bit annoyed.
Gu Wangchao couldn't pinpoint the source of this annoyance.
He pressed his lips together.
At this moment, he heard his sister's soft voice, "Wangchao brother, are you hungry? Here's a piece of Osmanthus Cake for you."
Gu Wangchao looked over and saw Tuanzi already in the field, raising her little chubby hand.
"Your hands are dirty, Miaomiao will feed you."
