"Ah?"
Senju Itama, who had been secretly watching Uchiha Gin and Uchiha Izuna talk, immediately pulled his head back into the bedroom. At the word "food," the little brat's eyes lit up, and the corners of his mouth rose—before he remembered the dignity of the Senju Clan and stubbornly shouted,
"You damn Curly-haired Gorilla, don't think you can corrupt me with the Uchiha Clan's candy-coated attacks."
Hearing his new nickname, Uchiha Gin clenched his fists and swore he would give this brat a proper welcome afterward.
"Not eating? I'm making sweet and sour fish."
Uchiha Gin tempted him maliciously.
"Even if I, Senju Itama, starve to death or jump down from here, I won't eat a single bite of your food."
Recalling the sweet and sour pork he had eaten before, Senju Itama swallowed hard and continued to act tough. Fish was his favorite food. Whenever his eldest and second brothers had free time, they would take him to the river to catch fish. The grilled fish was always fresh and fragrant.
"Ah, this sweet and sour fish smells amazing!"
Speechlessly watching Senju Itama bury his head in his bowl and wolf down the food, Uchiha Gin wondered if this brat was really named Senju Jingze.
No matter what, the brat was only five years old. A little good food was enough to win him over completely.
"Eat slowly. Watch out for fish bones."
Worried that the brat would choke on a bone while eating so fiercely, Uchiha Gin reminded him.
The mission still wasn't complete. If this brat got choked to death by a fish bone, wouldn't that be absurdly unfair?
"Uh..."
Senju Itama's chopsticks froze at those words. He raised his head in confusion. When had he gotten to the dinner table? And what was with the sweet-and-sour