I Might Not Marry You

Qin Ze rubbed his face and looked at himself in the mirror on the wardrobe. His sister had not hit him lightly, but it had not been too hard either. No handprint remained, or else Old Mom might notice later, and he would not know how to explain it.

When he reached the kitchen, Qin's mother was ladling out soup while his sister watched eagerly from the side, clearly dying to eat. She wheedled, "Mom, I won't drink the soup. Can I just eat the chicken?"

Before Qin's mother could answer, Qin Ze entered the kitchen and said happily, "Smells so good. Mom's cooking is getting better and better. Give this bowl to Sis first. A little is enough for me."

The chicken soup had been simmered in one of those small clay pots. Excluding the chicken, ingredients, and medicinal herbs, there was enough for at most two bowls of soup. With a man's appetite, drinking two bowls of chicken soup was nothing, so Qin's mother truly had not included her daughter's portion.

The moment Qin Baobao heard that, her face fell. "Who wants it? I'm waiting for Mom to make me noodles."

Qin's mother froze. "Weren't you practically drooling over it just now? Fine, don't drink it if you don't want to. Son, have it all."

After being a little princess for so many days, Qin Baobao had suddenly been embarrassed by her mother in front of her younger brother. She felt unbearably wronged. Biting her lip, she said angrily, "What kind of mother are you? I'm not eating noodles either."

With that, she ran into the living room.

Qin's mother looked utterly confused. "What's wrong with her?"

Qin Ze said, "...Maybe Great Aunt came."

Qin's mother said, "Your sister's dates are off."

Qin Ze carried two bowls of