Bo Nian was even more disapproving, "How can it be difficult, is Chinese communication hard? I don't mind switching languages, brother, which one do you prefer? Romantic French, or Russian that twists your tongue like a kaleidoscope?
I'm fine with anything, as long as you like it, brother, your sister will do her best."
Bo Zhi couldn't continue, quickly finishing his breakfast, "Indigestion, I refuse to engage in nonsense with you."
Bo Nian: "... Hmph, every time you can't win an argument, it's like this. Brother, you have no gentlemanly manners at all, I give you a bad review.
The person gets a bad review, but your breakfast still gets five stars."
Bo Zhi, "I thank you."
Bo Nian blinked, "No need to be polite, after all, you're my own brother, how could I not give you some face."
Watching Bo Zhi's back, Bo Nian called out a couple of times, "Brother, you haven't eaten your fruits yet, fruits, fruits."
"No, you eat them all."
"Thanks, brother, then I'll gladly accept them."
