Lin Jinyang took the best seat, putting on a smiling face: "Little sister, tell us about your time at the border. Big brother said you killed two Beiming princes on the battlefield all by yourself. Is it true?"
"Sixth Brother doesn't believe it?"
Lin Qingluo raised her eyebrows, deliberately asking in a teasing tone.
"Of course, Sixth Brother believes it."
Lin Jinyang straightened his back, looking quite proud. In a flash, he continued to smile obsequiously: "I just wanted to hear it from little sister herself."
"Since Sixth Brother believes it, then it's true."
Lin Qingluo smiled, lifted the pot lid, and scooped a piece of spare rib with a spoon, holding it up to Lin Jinpeng, who was across from the stove.
"Seventh Brother, give it a try. Is it cooked yet?"
"Alright."
Lin Jinpeng immediately perked up. Fearless of the heat, he opened his mouth and took a bite.
"Mmm, delicious. Little sister's stewed ribs are so delicious."
Praising out of habit came easily to him.
