Gu Cheng was just placing the breakfast dishes on the table when he saw his sister walk in, pouting and fuming.
Co to think of it, since yesterday, his sister had been pouting and fuming from ti to ti, which wasn’t like her at all.
But when he saw Gu Yunmu following her into the dining room, his confusion disappeared.
Anyone who stays with Gu Yunmu would end up angry; it’s just how it is.
Tuanzi climbed onto the chair in frustration, wriggling a bit to get comfortable.
The aroma hit her nose imdiately.
Upon closer inspection, they were having mini wontons for breakfast, how wonderful.
Joy overflowed from her eyes, montarily making her forget her frustration. She picked up a spoon, ready to scoop one up.
Gu Yunmu also took a seat, noticing her climbing action. He chuckled and said, "I thought you’d fly onto the chair, but you climbed. Being short really is inconvenient."
[Ancient Martial System: !]
Tuanzi, furious, pointed her spoon at Gu Yunmu, "Don’t talk to today!"
Gu Yunmu blinked innocently, "But you can’t shut my mouth."
His other hand moved slightly, making Tuanzi want to rush over and use pressure-point techniques on him.
Just then, Gu Cheng brought out another dish of blanched greens with a pinch of salt.
He placed the greens directly in front of Tuanzi.
"Finish these."
Tuanzi deflated like a punctured balloon, too dispirited to even argue with Gu Yunmu’s teasing.
Gu Cheng returned to the kitchen.
Her bright eyes flickered with a plan. Tuanzi lightly coughed, tapped the table with one hand to get Gu Yunmu’s attention, then pointed her little paw at the plate of greens and blinked hard.
As long as this brother helped her eat the greens, they could still be on good terms, Tuanzi thought.
Gu Yunmu blinked.
Tuanzi blinked back expectantly.
A few seconds later, the blue-haired handso guy burst into laughter.
"So you’re a picky eater, huh? Don’t like greens? I don’t like them either, hahaha!"
He laughed loudly, not moving his hand and clearly not planning to help Tuanzi eat the greens.
Tuanzi: ▼_▼
Gu Cheng, placing his own bowl of wontons in front of him, shot a sharp look.
Tuanzi, feeling guilty, put down her spoon and picked up her chopsticks to eat the ’grass.’
With each bite, she fiercely glared at Gu Yunmu.
If he isn’t going to help, does he have to laugh so loudly? So annoying!
Gu Yunmu leisurely ate his wontons, flashed a charming smile when he noticed his sister looking at him.
"Miaomiao, I know you like , but don’t get distracted while eating; you might poke your nose."
"Huh?"
Tuanzi put down her chopsticks, fiercely saying, "Miaomiao does not like you!"
She would rather like a punching bag than this cousin. A punching bag can take a beating; this cousin obviously can’t. Besides, she can’t just hit this cousin.
Gu Yunmu scooped a spoonful of wontons, delighting in his thoughts, "Don’t be shy. Liking is normal; I am handso and excellent, after all. Besides, we’re cousins, so we are quite close. Admiring an excellent brother is perfectly normal."
[Ancient Martial System: ...]
If this cousin likes the host and hopes the host likes him, it will be hard for him to achieve his goal. After all, he’s been mismatched all along, especially stepping on the host’s nerves since last night.
This is the first ti it encountered such a person.
Tuanzi almost couldn’t eat her al.
She was so angry her chest heaved several tis.
From her perspective, this cousin was indeed good-looking, could be considered beautiful, or as people online would say, a face fit for an era of prosperity, but not too sharp, a bit gentle, though still unmistakably male.
Even if he had a head of blue hair, pierced ears, and dressed flamboyantly, he was still good-looking.
Nobody dislikes looking at good things, provided Gu Yunmu didn’t have a mouth.
Tuanzi huffed angrily, "Do you believe I’ll shave all your hair off?"
Gu Yunmu didn’t hear clearly, "What did you just say?"
Tuanzi turned her head ’whoosh,’ ignoring him.
Gu Cheng sat at the table, eating slowly. Seeing the pair bickering and not planning to eat, he said calmly, "Around ten, Qize is coming."
Tuanzi imagined Gu Qize imdiately.
That cousin is a workplace elite, exceptionally handso, different from any brother she has t before.
The last ti they t briefly, they hadn’t really talked, nor had she thanked him for sponsoring the show.
"Wow, he’s finally visiting. Miaomiao is so looking forward to it."
Gu Yunmu looked at her woefully, "You’re biased."
Tuanzi turned her head again, ignoring him.
Gu Yunmu wasn’t angry, instead, he looked proud.
"Hahaha, I guessed he would co around these days. I purposely arrived first to annoy him!"
Thinking about when Gu Qize walks in and sees him already there, Gu Yunmu ate two bowls of wontons with great appetite.
However, when Tuanzi tried to sneak half her greens onto his plate, he firmly refused.
After breakfast, Tuanzi spent so ti digesting, then went on to make up her morning lessons.
She ran to the yard to practice basic skills, soon realizing sothing was wrong. She turned her head to see a blue-haired head peeking from the corner, snapping photos with a phone, looking incredibly sneaky.
Tuanzi bared her teeth, "No photos allowed!"
Gu Yunmu put away his phone, confidently squatting there, "Then I’ll just watch."
Tuanzi: ▼_▼
This brother really is asking for it, her hands are itching to hit sothing!
She finished her morning lesson feeling frustrated, her mood only slightly improving at the thought of the Osmanthus Cake her big brother made being in the kitchen.
In the kitchen.
Tuanzi looked left and right, but all she saw was an empty plate.
"Where’s the Osmanthus Cake?"
She cupped her face in horror.
"The mouse ate Miaomiao’s Osmanthus Cake!"
[Ancient Martial System: How could it be a mouse? More like a thief]
Tuanzi quickly locked onto a suspect. Her big brother would never steal food, "There’s only one truth!"
She clenched her tiny fists and stord into the living room, seeing her blue-haired cousin sitting cross-legged playing video gas, with Osmanthus Cake crumbs at the corners of his mouth.
"Aargh, give back my Osmanthus Cake!"
She pounced in anger and threw a few punches.
"Aargh, my character died!"
Gu Yunmu cried too, "I was just about to level up!"
The siblings glared at each other, both fuming.
Gu Cheng was in the study on a video call when he heard the commotion outside, and checked the ti.
It wasn’t yet ten. Third cousin hadn’t arrived, so who was arguing with Gu Yunmu?
Forced to pause the call, he ca out to find his sister and cousin wrestling each other.
She pinched his face, while he kicked at her with short legs.
Gu Cheng: "..." How old is Gu Yunmu, really?
As it turned out, longevity doesn’t an good fighting skills.
Psychologically immature and lacking awareness, Gu Yunmu was completely defeated.
He covered his face, worried, "Is my face ruined? Have I lost my perfect looks?"
Tuanzi: Disgusting.jpg
Gu Yunmu was still fretting, "Had I known this, I would’ve ensured my face."
[Ancient Martial System: The more he talks, the more absurd it is. Miaomiao, just ignore him. Go check online; Shan Hao made a move.]
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