Chapter 4: Bad Brain

"If you want to eat, just eat it!" Wen Miao didn't want to argue with someone whose brain wasn't very good, and put a few skewers of roasted mutton on the white porcelain plate in front of Wen Qingzhou.

"Delicious." Wen Qingzhou didn't bother to be polite with Wen Miao. He took a skewer and bit into it directly. After eating, he couldn't help licking the two fingers he used to eat. He had no idea that Wen Miao had already classified him as the kind of person with a bad brain. If he knew, he would probably jump up and down.

"Wen Qingzhou!" Wen Shuzhou on the other side of the courtyard wall couldn't bear to watch it anymore.

With the strength of their Wen family, Wen Qingzhou was like someone who grew up in a honeypot compared to Wen Shuzhou.

After all, as the eldest son, Wen Shuzhou was told by his father from a young age that he should be responsible for the Wen family's huge business when he grows up, and he spent a lot of effort studying. As for Wen Qingzhou, as the youngest son, his parents almost let him do whatever he wanted.

Wen Qingzhou, who loved music when he was young, said he wanted to enter the entertainment industry after graduating from the music college. After some operations by the Wen family, he successfully became a popular young star in the entertainment industry!

But now, this young man who had seen everything and eaten all kinds of delicacies since he was a child actually licked his fingers after eating a skewer of mutton. At this moment, Wen Shuzhou really wanted to say that he didn't know this person.

"Brother, quickly climb over the wall and come over. The skewers this brother makes are simply the best. Come over and try them!" While Wen Qingzhou was pulling the skewers of meat, he caught a glimpse of Wen Shuzhou standing by the wall, and hurriedly waved the barbecue at his brother.

"Canoe."

"Brother, come quickly."

Before Wen Shuzhou could react, the next second, Wen Qingzhou stretched out the hand he had just licked to grab his brother's arm.

"Wen Qingzhou." Looking at the clear oily finger marks on the white shirt, Wen Shuzhou frowned and suppressed his anger into his throat.

"Come here quickly, brother." Seeing that his brother didn't move, Wen Qingzhou was about to use the hand holding the skewers to pull Wen Shuzhou.

"...Okay." In order to prevent the other oily claw from coming up again, Wen Shuzhou had to step over the wall.

But he came in before the owner of the yard invited him. Is that okay?

"Now that we're here, let's eat together!" Wen Miao glanced nonchalantly at the people he had hurriedly passed by in the afternoon, and brought a plate of grilled vegetables to the small table.

Although he thought Wen Shuzhou looked like a gentleman but a loser, it was just his opinion. It was better not to jump to conclusions about many people or things before knowing the truth, and Wen Miao was not the kind of person who would make hasty conclusions!

"Can I?" Even after being invited, Wen Shuzhou still asked again out of politeness.

"Of course. Isn't there a saying that goes 'A neighbor is worse than a distant relative'? It's normal for neighbors to have a barbecue together, right?" Wen Miao said this as he put a new round of skewers on the grill.