The two of them together didn't have appetites this big.
This whole table was piled high with dishes...
The woman pressed her lips together and smiled.
"I never said that."
"You two are tigers."
"It makes sense for you to have bigger appetites."
The woodcutter was indeed born in the Year of the Tiger.
The Young Scholar, naturally, wasn't.
He was born in the Year of the Horse.
But there was no need to distinguish between the two brothers as big tiger and little tiger so precisely.
After dinner, the woman tidied up in the kitchen, and the woodcutter came in to help.
The woman hesitated for a moment, then moved closer to the woodcutter and asked in a low voice, "How is your younger brother?"
Judging from dinner just now...
He seemed to be doing quite well.
But she wouldn't be fooled anymore.
There had been several times when she'd thought her younger brother was doing quite well.
That his condition wasn't serious.
But then his illness would flare up, startling her every time.
The woman realized one thing.
She couldn't judge her younger brother's condition just by his appearance.
Or just by how he was at any given moment.
She had to observe him over a longer period.
The woodcutter looked a little dazed.
His younger brother...
"What's wrong?"
The woodcutter's silence made the woman misunderstand.
Her heart tightened.
Could it be?
Was her younger brother doing badly?
But at dinner just now...
He hadn't seemed to have any problems.
The woodcutter came back to himself.
Seeing the worry and concern on the woman's face, he shook his head.
"No."
"Nothing's wrong."
"He's doing just fine."
"You saw how he was just now, didn't you?"
"Did anything seem off about