“Pfft!”
Zhong Rui Feng hadn’t yet swallowed the wine in his mouth before it all came spraying out. Zhang Qian Zhi shot him a glare. “That’s a ’98 Lafite. Do you have any idea how expensive it is?”
Zhong Rui Feng was choking so hard he couldn’t care less about the price of the wine. Between coughs, he pointed and tried to speak. “Cough, cough… cough, cough… Old Eight… cough… you’re not still a vir—”
Before Yu Bing Bing could figure out what Zhong was about to say, Zhang Qian Zhi picked up a sea cucumber and stuffed it directly into Zhong Rui Feng’s mouth. “Eat your food!”
Zhong Rui Feng nearly rolled his eyes as he choked on the sea cucumber. After finally chewing and swallowing it, he gasped, “Are you trying to kill me? Shoving something that big straight into my mouth!”
“I’m just looking out for you! Look at you, barely touching your food. This sea cucumber is so perfectly braised—tender and flavorful.”
Zhong Rui Feng smacked his lips, finding the aftertaste indeed excellent. With newfound enthusiasm, he picked up a sea cucumber for Yu Bing Bing. “Here, try this—it’s really good, as good as anything from a five-star restaurant.” Watching Yu Bing Bing eat, he began scolding him. “Honestly, Old Eight, look at you. Skipping meals and going hungry like this. Your mom doesn’t take care of you at all… I mean, I didn’t have a mom growing up, so no one cared about me. But you? You’ve got a mom and still end up worse off than someone like me.”
Yu Bing Bing replied while eating, “It’s not her fault. She’s been really busy with the New Year coming up.”
“And what about your little girlfriend? Doesn’t she cook for you?”
“She’s been busy with her CET-4 exam, and now she’s got finals… Besides, she has classes all the time and doesn’t come over much.”
Zhong Rui Feng suddenly remembered how Yu Bing Bing hadn’t recognized the name Ai Iijima earlier. He draped an arm over Yu Bing Bing’s shoulder, grinning. “Hey! Old Eight, come on, tell me the truth—don’t tell me you’re still…”
Before he could finish his sentence, something soft pressed against his lips—it was Zhang Qian Zhi again, this time stuffing a large piece of chicken mushroom into his mouth. This time, Zhong Rui Feng wouldn’t stand for it. Slamming down his chopsticks, he pointed at Zhang and shouted, “What is this, first shoving this in my mouth, then that? I’m not a kid! Can’t I even talk?”
Zhang Qian Zhi, looking utterly sincere, said, “Don’t be mad, Old Nine. I’ve got a favor to ask you.”
“Huh?” Zhong Rui Feng scratched his head, his face turning a bit red. “What’s the big deal between brothers? Just say what you need!”
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