Lin Qing watched with exasperation as his junior brother pointed at his nose and cursed.
The junior brother's voice grew weaker and weaker, eventually withdrawing his finger awkwardly: "Hehe, senior brother..."
"Take your noodles, no one is going to compete with you!" Lin Qing angrily handed the noodles to his junior brother.
"Haha, I knew senior brother was noble and of high quality, truly an invaluable disciple under Master!"
Then, amidst the compliments from the previous person to Lin Qing, the junior brothers behind watched helplessly as Lin Qing took away the last bowl of noodles.
"What are you looking at!" Lin Qing blushed, hopping to Fei Ying's side, turning his back to everyone.
He said he wouldn't compete with that junior brother, not that he wouldn't compete with you all!
"Exactly, it's this spirit of forsaking one's face for a bite to eat that's brilliant, truly deserving to be my disciple!" Fei Ying gave Lin Qing a thumbs-up between bites.
