"Brother, isn't this braised fish especially delicious?" Looking at her brother, Nian Xi felt like she was a puppy getting fed by its owner.
Nian Junting raised his chin proudly and said, "Just average. There's still room for improvement."
Luosang snorted silently.
'If it's just average, why are you taking such large bites?' she thought.
She never saw him with such a big appetite when Sister Lan cooked his meals.
"You call that average?" Nian Xi hated his dishonesty, so she put the rest of the fish into her own bowl and said, "Since you think it's average, I'll eat it all. I haven't had such delicious fish for a long time."
"Nian Xi, can't you pay a little attention to your manners?" Seeing that his favorite fish was gone, Nian Junting became so angry that he nearly choked on his rice.
