When Yan Yi'an realized Yan Xianjue's gaze had landed on him, he generously spread the financial newspaper in his hands open before him. "Want to read this too?"
Yan Xianjue decisively turned his head away. "No need for that either."
Mother Yan was thoroughly amused by her younger son's lazy behavior.
Yan Xianjue looked at his mother in dissatisfaction, and Mother Yan hurriedly waved her hands. "All right, all right, Mommy won't laugh anymore."
Yan Xianjue didn't believe her, but he was hungry.
Playing games last night had drained too much energy. He seemed to have discovered the secret behind why Yan Ci could eat all he wanted without gaining weight.
Yan Ci: "..."
I really want to say, 'I can hear you,' right now and scare him to death.
Regretfully abandoning that thrilling-sounding idea, Yan Ci instructed the butler, "Serve the meal."
Yan Xianjue immediately gave him an approving look.
At the dining table, someone brought up the topic of how they would spend Mid-Autumn Festival this year.
Yan Xianjue looked around at the unusually complete family gathering. "How about we make some mooncakes?"
[If anyone comes to visit, we can give them some as return gifts. Saves money!]
The Yan Household: "..."
It wasn't that they had any issue with saving money. It was just... Yan Xianjue, were you sure about this?
What could you possibly contribute to this process? Ruining everyone's mooncakes?
Yan Ci shuddered all over, unable to stop himself from recalling a night long ago.
Back then, their parents had both been busy with work. Apart from the servants, only he and Yan Xianjue had been at home.
Then Yan Xianjue had said something that seemed especially terrifying in retrospect. He said he was hungry.
But boys at elementary school age always had strange urges