Ji Youzhi's question only made Ji Youran want to cry.
He first took a deep breath. "Little Seven! Do you think there's any hope for my damned, unlucky life?"
Ji Youzhi opened his mouth sympathetically, offering up another dish. "Second Brother! This is stir-fried pork heart. They say eating heart strengthens the heart. You should eat up!"
Ji Youcheng interjected, "If we're going by 'like nourishes like,' Second Brother doesn't need pork hearts! He needs pig brains!"
Ji Youzhi thought that made sense and nodded in agreement.
Ji Youran glared at them indignantly.
