Liang Haoming, stiff as a plank, immediately lunged at his fifth brother with the speed of an arrow.
"Um, Fourth Bro," mumbled Liang Yuening, his mouth stuffed with food.
Haoming looked at him expressionlessly.
"..."
"..."
"..."
In the end, admitting defeat, Yuening crouched down, holding up his plate above his head. After Fourth Brother took it from him, he slunk away.
He was too much to handle, indeed, unmanageably so!
Clutching the plate and chopsticks, Haoming stared icily at his eldest brother with a deadpan face.
Zhi Chen chuckled softly, "Don't mind me, go ahead and eat, it does taste quite good."
But the taste wasn't the point, the absence of poison was.
He hadn't been studying medicine from a young age, but after Shu Yu had been sick all these years, as a family member, he had picked up a bit.
Haoming nodded slightly, but he didn't start eating. Instead, he first stuffed a chopstick full into Yixuan's mouth.
