Pei Wenbo was infuriated as he chased them out of the main hall and into the kitchen. There was only that half-basin of stir-fried cabbage with meat, and the meat was almost all picked out. There wasn't even any chicken meat, just a few bones, leaving him with nothing to eat! Without warning, a bowl of chicken soup splashed toward him.
"Ah!" Pei Wenbo was so startled that he hastily retreated, but it was too late, and instantly a shower of chicken soup splattered from his face down to his chest.
"You... you all..." The chicken soup was no longer hot, but being splashed in the face and all over his body, Pei Wenbo was about to explode with anger.
Without waiting for him to speak, Pei Qin angrily said, "Even though you're the youngest, the five of us only have one bowl of chicken soup and a few bones, and you still want to grab it! Still want to grab it! Now you've turned it over!"
