Ji Anning’s heart tightened. She quickly pulled both of her bowls to the side, then slightly leaned her body and used her arm to shield the bowls.
Fearing that Ji Chicheng would place that shrimp into her bowl.
"Young Master suddenly seems to really like eating shrimp," she remarked.
Just then, Aunt Wu ca out of the kitchen with a pot of soup, smiling gently as she said to the patriarch, "And now he also drinks bone broth."
The patriarch was very pleased upon hearing this, "Then make more of it in the future, buy the ones that are still jumping around, and prepare so broth for him at night too, he always stays up late."
His favoritism and concern for his youngest son were always blatant. Everyone was very calm about it.
Those who felt it was unfair and wanted to complain could only do so in their hearts.
"Understood," Aunt Wu nodded, then withdrew from the dining room.
The shrimp in Ji Chicheng’s hand eventually made it into his own bowl. The shrimp was as big as half of his hand. His slender fingers pinched the shrimp’s head while the other hand leisurely peeled the shell.
He slightly bowed his head, his long, thick eyelashes drooping, his handso nose bridge looked as though it were ticulously carved by a sculptor.
Every move he made exuded nobility and elegance.
Ji Mingyue chewed on her food while scrutinizing Ji Chicheng with a frown. It took her a while before she finally spoke up, "Our fifth sibling is so handso, he couldn’t possibly be gay, could he?"
Worry flickered in her eyes.
Upon hearing her, the patriarch at the head of the table lifted his head and asked her, "What is a gay?"
Before Ji Mingyue could answer, Ji Ruoqian, who had been quiet until then, spoke up as if to claim credit, "Gay ans homosexual."
As she said this, her gaze also shifted to Ji Chicheng, filled with so disdain and contempt.
As if she truly considered him a homosexual.
Ji Anning felt like she could barely hold back any longer. She nearly buried her face in her bowl.
What to do? She really wanted to laugh.
After hearing Ji Ruoqian’s explanation, the patriarch’s face darkened, and he scolded Ji Mingyue angrily, "Get out if you’re not going to eat."
To accuse his most beloved youngest son of being homosexual – such words could probably only be spoken by Ji Mingyue, who was fearless both at ho and outside.
Ji Mingyue remained undaunted, continuing with the doubts in her heart, "Otherwise, why hasn’t he found a girlfriend to this day? Yang Danning might not be stunningly beautiful, but among the wealthy young ladies, she’s above average, yet he shows no interest even when she throws herself at him."
She ignored the murderous gaze from the patriarch and turned towards Ji Chicheng. "Chicheng, be honest with your fourth sister, are you not normal in that aspect?"
Ji Chicheng’s hand, which was peeling the shrimp, stopped. His deep eyes unwaveringly looked at Ji Mingyue, completely unflustered.
It was impossible to discern his emotions.
The dining room suddenly fell eerily silent, and Ji Anning gradually felt uneasy. She sneakily glanced at Ji Chicheng out of the corner of her eye.
Suddenly, Ji Chicheng put down the shrimp in his hand, his gaze also leaving Ji Mingyue’s face. He picked up the napkin and leisurely wiped off the water and oil from his hands, appearing quite put off.
Was he angry?
While Ji Anning was guessing Ji Chicheng’s mood at that mont, the patriarch suddenly raised his voice at Ji Mingyue, "Ji Mingyue, I want you to disappear within three seconds."
"Dad, don’t you find it strange? He’s twenty-five and has never dated, never approaches won, but instead, he’s very close to n like Qi Helian and the others."
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