Unaware of the piercing gazes of his two younger brothers behind him, a troubled Shen Yu scratched his head, his brows knitting into a tangled frown.
But at the sight of the exquisite desserts photographed from every angle, along with Ji Cიცen's pitiful claim that "my family doesn't like them," his already wavering resolve immediately switched sides.
"Yes, please! Thank your auntie for me~"
Ji Cიცen, who had been waiting for a reply, choked. Granted, his family's auntie had made them, but Shen Yu always picked such unusual people to thank.
"Then I'll bring a little of every flavor. The milk you like also has a new mango flavor. Want to try that too?"
"Yes!"
Thoroughly won over, Shen Yu waved a flag of joy in his heart. He had already forgotten his earlier resolve not to accept handouts and even wanted to write a lengthy essay thanking his thoughtful deskmate.
[Just what I'd expect from my wonderful deskmate. A Cen knows me so well.]
[Hmm... should I give him something in return to thank him?]
[What should I give him?]
"Are you chatting with someone?"
Shen Jin had not intended to meddle in his bargain-bin older brother's private affairs, but things were clearly heading in the wrong direction now, and he could not help growing wary.
"Yeah, Ji Cიცen messaged me." Shen Yu looked down to reply, then turned the chat screen toward him without hiding a thing. "He asked what I wanted to eat tomorrow."
"We have food at home." Shen Jin stared at the chat with a taut expression, wishing he could take every sentence apart and dissect it to expose Ji Cიცen's true colors.
Unfortunately, their conversation was entirely aboveboard. It really did seem to revolve around everyday life.
Thinking of the survival skills he had