There were only five of them, but that little menace Feng Yiqian had ordered enough food for ten.
Worst of all, he wasn't eating any of it himself. He just kept forcing everyone else to eat.
"Cheng-Cheng," Feng Yiqian said, picking some beef out of the spicy broth and putting it in his bowl. "Here, have some more beef."
"Are you fucking stupid?" Feng Cheng snapped, gritting his teeth. "I told you I can't handle spicy food!"
"Ahahaha!" Feng Yiqian was delighted. "What a big mouth you have!"
Tao Zhiyan, who was gnawing on some corn, coughed a few times.
What an idiot. He made me laugh for no reason.
After tormenting Feng Cheng, Feng Yiqian went over to annoy Feng Yan.
"Yan," Feng Yiqian said, swishing some beef brisket through the broth before putting it in Feng Yan's bowl. His little mouth was full of clever lines. "Eat more brisket today, and you won't be a bastard tomorrow!"
Feng Yan: "..."
He pushed up his glasses, then picked up some pig brain and put it in Feng Yiqian's bowl. "Eat up. You are what you eat."
Tao Zhiyan couldn't hold back his laughter.
You are what you eat.
Wasn't that just calling Feng Yiqian brainless?
Feng Yiqian didn't seem to catch it at all. Smiling, he put the pig brain back on Feng Yan's plate. "I'm watching my figure, Yan."
"You eat it. It'll do you good!" With that, Feng Yiqian went looking for his next victim.
Feng Ze was a germaphobe, so he couldn't put food in his bowl.
Then Feng Yiqian's gaze landed on Tao Zhiyan.
He casually picked up a slice of tripe and was about to put it in Tao Zhiyan's bowl.
Then he heard Tao Zhiyan drawl, "Shipping fic."
Feng Yiqian's hand swerved, and