"Mom, I want some chicken soup too," Yan Ke said.
Zhuang Xiyue waved her hand dismissively, saying, "Not for you. I made it specifically for Yun Ya."
Yan Ke bit his chopsticks angrily, trying to turn his grief into appetite, just as he was about to pick up a crystal shrimp dumpling, the plate was suddenly taken away.
"Yun Ya likes it, keep it for her."
Yan Ke thought to himself, there are so many dishes, I can try a different one, like these meatballs, but again the plate was taken away.
"This is also Yun Ya's favorite..." Zhuang Xiyue guarded the plate like a mother hen, not allowing the brothers to take even a bite.
"Mom, you're too much. By the time Sister Yun Ya wakes up, it'll all be cold. Do you want her to have a stomach ache?"
Zhuang Xiyue glared at him: "You brat, that's your sister-in-law."
