Mu Shaoling shrugged at those words, "Who knows what that idiot of a father of yours was thinking. Let’s go, it’s ti to eat."
Soon after, when they arrived at the dining hall, Ye Zi’an’s gaze flickered with a bit of puzzlent as he saw Lele and Mu Shaoling enter together.
The mont Mu Shaoling winked at him, Ye Zi’an got a bad feeling.
Especially when it was ti to eat and Lele, the little guy, ca over to sit by him and looked at him with such an attentive gaze, Ye Zi’an was astonished. He realized that whatever he needed, this kid would get it for him at the first opportunity.
"Brother, you’re acting strange today," even Yangyang noticed.
"What’s so strange about it?" Lele didn’t even lift an eyelid, continuing to fill Ye Zi’an’s vinegar dish for dipping dumplings and adding so chili powder.
"Being overly attentive for no reason is either sycophantic or thieving!" Yangyang slowly uttered a phrase.
"Stop showing off one of the few proverbs you know." Lele huffed, "You think I’m like you?"
"What’s wrong with ?" Yangyang humphed unhappily, "Whenever I have a request, I just go directly to Daddy Mike. I’m not like you, taking countless detours around a single issue. Smart people are the most annoying; they’re as cagey as sieves."
After speaking, Yangyang even moved away from Lele with disdain, running over to Old Mu’s side, "Granduncle, let’s stick together, we martial artists are straightforward people."
"Haha..." Old Mu laughed loudly, "That’s right, you’re spot on. We martial artists are indeed straight shooters. Not like those literati who go round and round in circles."
At the table, both Lele and Ye Zi’an, who were truly literati, twitched at these words.
"Granduncle is straightforward, but as for you, that’s called being dumb!" Lele took a look at Yangyang and snipped, "One-track mind, everyone knows what you’re thinking."
"That’s what you call being manipulative! That’s the least friendly of all."
"And you’re the friendly type? Throw a punch every ti the words don’t match, beating people till they cry for their fathers and mothers. If you stayed in the Capital City for a few more days, the na ’brute’ would definitely spread throughout the Capital City."
"I don’t want to share a room with you anymore."
"Suit yourself!" Lele waved carelessly.
"You’re the older brother, and you don’t even make concessions for ." Yangyang pouted angrily.
"Brother is teaching you that sotis you shouldn’t be too straightforward in life; it’s easy to get the short end of the stick that way. So things, you have to see through but not speak outright or else you won’t be liked."
The two kids went back and forth, arguing to a crescendo, until Yangyang humphed and turned away. As for Lele, true to his na, he looked carefree as if nothing happened and cheerfully continued to eat.
"Haha, Xiaxia, I thought they would never argue, seeing as they usually get along as if they were one person," Commandery Princess Dongyang suddenly found the squabbling of children quite amusing. Yet she thought to herself how even their argunts were on an entirely different level.
Yang Chuxia shook her head helplessly; this wasn’t really an argunt, it was just a one-sided slaughter, with Yangyang the only one getting worked up. As for Lele, it seed like he really did have a dual heart, unflappably calm.
"Auntie, quarreling is beneficial for strengthening brotherly bonds," Lele stated indifferently. He then asked Yangyang, "Don’t you agree, little brother?"
Although Yangyang’s face looked a bit peculiar, he still nodded, "Right, brother is correct. Fighting is affection, quarreling is love; no fighting, no quarreling, no brotherly bond."
"You guys and your twisted logic, hurry up and eat," Ye Zi’an helplessly patted Lele’s head.
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