"Wow, my brother is really quite the homemaker." Waking up at noon, Zhao Guangran wobbled out of the room and unsurprisingly caught a whiff of food.
There was a time when Zhao Guangran felt this kind of life really didn't suit him, but during his days in Japan, even if he was eating gourmet meals, he couldn't help but think of the taste of home-cooked food.
Zhao Xuran had long grown accustomed to his brother's teasing remarks.
There were times in the past when he wanted to roll his eyes at Zhao Guangran, but now Zhao Xuran was genuinely unfazed.
"You could learn to be a bit more domestic too."
"Go and pick the veggies," Zhao Xuran pointed to the ingredients waiting to be prepared.
No way! Zhao Guangran was stunned. Why does he still have to handle ingredients? It's already time for lunch.
"Did you make this, bro?" Zhao Guangran couldn't help but worry. His big brother better not have made food without leaving him a portion.
