Occasionally, when the three of them eat out, He Shoutian or He Zhuo would take the cilantro that He Yue doesn't eat and place it in their own bowl.
Otherwise, they could simply remind the serving lady or the food stall owner before: "Three bowls of wonton, one without cilantro!"
The "He Zhuo" in front of her, is only the form of "He Zhuo" but lacks his spirit.
"...Thank you, brother!"
He Yue forcefully pinched her palm, showing no flaws on her face, but her heart had already plunged into the depths.
Brother!
My brother really has met with trouble!
"Oh come on, no need to be polite, you are my sister."
He Zhuo said, pretending to be generous.
He Yue grinned, said nothing further, and lowered her head, starting to scoop up the wonton with a spoon.
Perhaps she ate too quickly, He Yue started to choke.
She coughed violently, tears streaming down her face.
"Eat slower! Here's a tissue for you!"
