"Uncle, you don't look like you enjoy the food. How about you give it to me, ok?" Zhao Yun stood up and was about to reach out for Zhao Yang's plate when the man swiftly moved his plate to the right.
SWOOSH!
The plate disappeared from its original place.
"Hmm? Uncle, you– "
"It's mine. You can't eat more. Behave, and sit down." Zhao Yang held the plate in the air as he glared at Zhao Yun. The man tried to look menacing, yet that one rice grains on the edge of his lips gave it away.
Yooo, boss, you don't look stern at all. You just look like a glutton!
Lai Jiayi clicked her tongue, yet she subconsciously smiled at the uncle-nephew bantering with each other.
Zhao Yang looked calm, yet he speeded up his hand movement. His spoon disappeared into an afterimage as he stuffed the rice to his mouth, leaving nothing for Zhao Yun.
