"No, not at all." Jiang Qiuqiu whisked the eggs, quickly adding some flour. "He's nothing like you said he was."
"Nothing——like him?" Mo Chengyu's tone was a bit exaggerated. "How 'nothing like' are we talking?"
"Didn't you say he was quiet and sometimes didn't like talking to people? I don't think he's that quiet."
"I misspoke. He's not quiet at all," Mo Chengyu said resentfully. "When he actually decides to talk, he can go on a long tirade while scolding someone. And he's not pleasant to listen to at all."
Mo Chengyu's tone was filled with resentment for Mo Si.
But Jiang Qiuqiu was puzzled. "Not pleasant?"
"Yeah!"
"He sounds awful!"
'Hmm…'
The batter was almost ready. Jiang Qiuqiu sprinkled in a handful of sugar. "I don't think so. I actually find his voice quite pleasant."
"Pleasant!?"
