"Hmph!" Song Yingjie stared and hummed.
"All right, stop talking and eat," Song Yajing said.
Ning Qing was a happy girl, little child. How could she not be able to settle him?
Ning Qing was in a good mood and reached out with her chopsticks and got a large drumstick.
But the drumstick was seized by another pair of chopsticks. Before she could exert herself, the drumstick had been taken by Song Yingjie into his bowl.
He looked at her, grinning and biting into the drumstick.
Ning Qing: "..." My drumstick!
...
Song Yajing had found Song Yingjie an aristocratic school here to make up for his classes during the summer vacation, so Ning Qing seldom saw Song Yingjie at home, but they had really become enemies.
On the first day, Ning Qing realized that the list of raw materials she had prepared on her desk was missing. She had clearly placed it on the desk, but she could not find it anyway.
