"Alright, alright, stop flattering." Xu Xiuxiu was teased into laughter by Shi Yu and had no choice but to start preparing the bowls and utensils.
"Brother Shi Yu, can you not smooth-talk my mom every time?" Little Moon washed his hands and squeezed into the kitchen, his words full of concern and worry. Nowadays, outside the home, he was as silent and cold as Song Chengguang, but inside, facing the people he lived with day and night, his childlike side would occasionally show, especially with Shi Yu, the naughty brother who sometimes teased him and bullied him—it was a mix of love and hate.
The love was there because affection grows over time. Shi Yu might bully him occasionally, but it was just in fun. At times, Shi Yu's care for him didn't fall short of Song Chengguang's. Little Moon wasn't thoughtless; on the contrary, he was the most sensitive and perceptive among the four children. He just couldn't help bickering with Shi Yu.
