Amidst Yao Beikun's shrill complaints, the whole family gathered around a table laden with dishes.
The family ate in relative quiet.
Xiao Ye's plate was piled high with food, as Yao Mother, seated beside him, kept serving him more, saying, "Eat more, don't be shy."
Yao Beikun sulkily watched his mother's meticulous care for Xiao Ye and couldn't help but grumble, "Mom, my bowl is empty!"
"You're a grown man; can't you serve yourself?" Yao Mother shot him a glare, then placed a piece of braised pork into Xiao Ye's bowl. "Xiao Ye, eat more. Our chef is best at making this dish."
"Thank you, Mom." Xiao Ye replied politely with a smile.
Yao Beikun rolled his eyes so hard that he almost rolled himself unconscious.
Damn it, if it weren't for Xiao Ye's low emotional quotient, he wouldn't have gotten smacked by his dad.
And now his mom was ignoring him too.
Why did it feel like this guy was stealing all his thunder?!
He ate his food begrudgingly.
