Yixuan had been keeping company with two family members who were ill in the house but now, as he emerged, seeing his elder brother in such a state, and noticing the snow on his brother's shoulders, his eyes flickered slightly. "Elder brother, we're running out of ginger at home."
Liang Zhichen regained his senses, "Alright, I'll make a trip to Balibao in a bit and buy some more."
Yixuan said, "Buy more. If the wife catches a cold, it's also elder brother's fault. With the heavy snow and cold weather now, please be more considerate towards the wife, lest she falls ill."
Liang Zhichen: "..."
Was that a subtle hint? Like a soft needle. He walked over and gently patted Yixuan on the shoulder, "You'll have to put in more effort." He and Shujun had advanced, while Little Liu, originally the most hopeful, had always been stuck in the same place.
