Mo Yan: "What do you think?" Picking up a big pork bun, Mo Yan bit into it. "Delicious."
"Of course it’s delicious, it’s bought by my sister."
Feng Yi also picked up a big pork bun and began to eat. Unexpectedly, he heard Mo Yan say, "I’ve noticed that you’re becoming more and more skilled, not only clingy and good at networking, but also childish."
"When did I network?"
Feng Yi glared.
Mo Yan: "You didn’t network? In just a short time you’ve acknowledged a new sister for yourself?"
"Sister Kang Li is Uncle Song’s and Mother Qi’s goddaughter, so she’s my sister too," Feng Yi said, somewhat childishly, puffing up indignantly, "I know you’re envious of me, but there’s nothing you can do about it. That’s just because you’re not me."
Mo Yan, with a slightly stunned expression: "...You won’t even admit you’re being childish. Look at you, I’ve never seen such a childish brat!"
"I may be a brat, but so are you!"
Feng Yi retorted.
"Forget it, I’m your brother. I’ll let you off this once and not argue with you anymore." Shaking his head, Feng Yi held a bun in his left hand and another in his right, taking big bites from each in turn.
Feng Yi was shocked: "There’s no need to do that, I’m not competing with you." Sister had bought eight big pork buns, after all, and he felt two would be plenty for him, especially with a big bowl of wontons as well.
"Less talking, more eating."
Even though he barely managed to get a meal with him, that brat always ate so politely, as if he were a young master from a wealthy old society family.
Pampered and sheltered, he couldn’t even fight, and he was picky and childish, a complete silly, sweet fool.

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