"Aren't you an only child?" Yao Maolin kept running his mouth as he ate his chips. "Who's going to look after you when you're old if you don't get married?"
At the mention of marriage and care in old age, Yao Maolin smacked his lips enviously. "Little Fish has it good. He gets descendants without having kids himself."
The Shen Family had five sons. He refused to believe none of them would find a wife!
Ji Cიცen had absolutely no desire to engage with the ridiculously idiotic Yao Maolin. Before returning to China, he had heard that the Yao Family's only son was exceptionally gifted and showed some promise of becoming S City's next Shen Xubai.
Although his memories of kindergarten were hazy, Ji Cიცen had found it hard to believe Yao Maolin had changed so much. Now that he was back, sure enough...
Words failed him. The same old flavor, without the slightest change.
"What?" Seeing Ji Cიცen glance at him, Yao Maolin thought he wanted the snacks in his hand and immediately offered them sympathetically. "You've had it rough too, huh? Been eating grass every day overseas?"
"No, we had an Auntie who cooked Chinese food." Ji Cიცen had not intended to answer Yao Maolin's nonsensical remark, but when he caught Shen Yu's pitying look out of the corner of his eye, he pressed his lips together and explained.
"That's good, then." Sure enough, Shen Yu relaxed at his words, even patting Ji Cიცen's shoulder with easy familiarity. "Western food tastes nasty. I nearly got diarrhea when I got home!"
The last time the five of them had finished their lavish Western meal, they had each gone home and occupied a bathroom. Even the unflappable Shen Jun had failed to hold out, gulping down several glasses of water