Mu Shaoling shrugged at those words, "Who knows what that idiot of a father of yours was thinking. Letâs go, itâs time to eat."
Soon after, when they arrived at the dining hall, Ye Ziâanâs gaze flickered with a bit of puzzlement as he saw Lele and Mu Shaoling enter together.
The moment Mu Shaoling winked at him, Ye Ziâan got a bad feeling.
Especially when it was time to eat and Lele, the little guy, came over to sit by him and looked at him with such an attentive gaze, Ye Ziâan was astonished. He realized that whatever he needed, this kid would get it for him at the first opportunity.
"Brother, youâre acting strange today," even Yangyang noticed.
"Whatâs so strange about it?" Lele didnât even lift an eyelid, continuing to fill Ye Ziâanâs vinegar dish for dipping dumplings and adding some chili powder.
"Being overly attentive for no reason is either sycophantic or thieving!" Yangyang slowly uttered a phrase.
"Stop showing off one of the few proverbs you know." Lele huffed, "You think Iâm like you?"
"Whatâs wrong with me?" Yangyang humphed unhappily, "Whenever I have a request, I just go directly to Daddy Mike. Iâm not like you, taking countless detours around a single issue. Smart people are the most annoying; theyâre as cagey as sieves."
After speaking, Yangyang even moved away from Lele with disdain, running over to Old Muâs side, "Granduncle, letâs stick together, we martial artists are straightforward people."
"Haha..." Old Mu laughed loudly, "Thatâs right, youâre spot on. We martial artists are indeed straight shooters. Not like those literati who go round and round in circles."
At the table, both Lele and Ye Ziâan, who were truly literati, twitched at these words.
"Granduncle is straightforward, but as for you, thatâs called being dumb!" Lele took a look at Yangyang and snipped, "One-track mind, everyone knows what youâre thinking."
"Thatâs what you call being manipulative! Thatâs the least friendly of all."
"And youâre the friendly type? Throw a punch every time the words donât match, beating people till they cry for their fathers and mothers. If you stayed in the Capital City for a few more days, the name âbruteâ would definitely spread throughout the Capital City."
"I donât want to share a room with you anymore."
"Suit yourself!" Lele waved carelessly.
"Youâre the older brother, and you donât even make concessions for me." Yangyang pouted angrily.
"Brother is teaching you that sometimes you shouldnât be too straightforward in life; itâs easy to get the short end of the stick that way. Some things, you have to see through but not speak outright or else you wonât be liked."
The two kids went back and forth, arguing to a crescendo, until Yangyang humphed and turned away. As for Lele, true to his name, he looked carefree as if nothing happened and cheerfully continued to eat.
"Haha, Xiaxia, I thought they would never argue, seeing as they usually get along as if they were one person," Commandery Princess Dongyang suddenly found the squabbling of children quite amusing. Yet she thought to herself how even their arguments were on an entirely different level.
Yang Chuxia shook her head helplessly; this wasnât really an argument, it was just a one-sided slaughter, with Yangyang the only one getting worked up. As for Lele, it seemed like he really did have a dual heart, unflappably calm.
"Auntie, quarreling is beneficial for strengthening brotherly bonds," Lele stated indifferently. He then asked Yangyang, "Donât you agree, little brother?"
Although Yangyangâs face looked a bit peculiar, he still nodded, "Right, brother is correct. Fighting is affection, quarreling is love; no fighting, no quarreling, no brotherly bond."
"You guys and your twisted logic, hurry up and eat," Ye Ziâan helplessly patted Leleâs head.