Furrowing his brow, he swiftly used his chopsticks to block his younger brother's reaching chopsticks, picked up the last piece of fried tofu, and placed it in the small bowl beside him, saying, "Eat slowly."
"Leader, you eat." Faced with the golden tofu in his own bowl, a small voice was both flattered and astonished.
"I told you to eat it, so just eat it!" Yao Ziye couldn't help but raise his voice, sighing internally: It's so hard to be gentle with this little one.
Madam Yao was laughing so hard she couldn't catch her breath and went back to the kitchen to drink some water.
Ding dong, the doorbell rang.
"Baobao, go answer the door." Madam Yao called out.
Yao Zibao dropped his chopsticks and ran to the door. After opening both layers of the door, he saw it was Jun Ye and exclaimed, "Brother Lu."
"Are you at home every day now, doing an internship?" Jun Ye, having seen the younger brother he'd watched grow up, inquired with concern.
