Inexplicably labeled "not simple," Shen Yu tilted his head in confusion. The moment he looked up, he saw Shen Xingshuo rushing out the door, with absolutely no intention of clearing things up for him.
Huffing with his hands on his hips, Shen Yu turned toward his dad when he failed to get an answer.
Shen Changgeng certainly lived up to his role as the head of a family who had weathered countless storms. Meeting his youngest son's probing gaze, he remained perfectly unhurried and even calmly patted Shen Yu's head to urge him along.
"Hurry up and eat. Don't be late."
Shen Yu was unhappy. Shen Yu was going to make a fuss.
"This meat bun tastes bad. I found shredded ginger in it." Shen Yu pouted. When nobody paid him any attention, he whined more emphatically, "I have to be in a good mood to eat it."
How could they put him in a good mood? Shen Yu's eyes darted around. Naturally, they had to tell him what his father and brother were being so cryptic about.
Shen Changgeng was no pushover either. Seeing Shen Yu stubbornly insist he was angry while secretly peeking at him with those big eyes, he exposed him with amusement. "Aunt Chen knows you don't eat ginger. She specifically used ginger juice."
His attempt at playing the brat foiled, Shen Yu felt guilty. Then he craned his neck to check where Auntie had gone. Only after seeing that Aunt Chen was busy in the kitchen and had not heard him did he sneakily let out a great sigh of relief.
He had better stop lying. He had tried to gain an advantage only to lose out instead. It would be awful if Auntie stopped liking him.
After his dad exposed his bratty behavior, Shen