"It's only because I, the young master, dote on you." Lu Huai heard him say, "Since your father isn't here, I'll temporarily take his place and take care of you, my 'son'."
Lu Huai: "..."
He crossed his arms with interest, looking coolly at the oblivious Shu Zhan. "Son?"
Shu Zhan froze on the spot, turned around in disbelief, and saw Lu Huai standing behind him. He forced a smile with a stiff expression, "Chang... Changjue, listen to your father... no, listen to your son... ptooey! Let me explain..."
He exhaled a breath of stale air and cautiously glanced at Lu Huai, who was sitting calmly with his arms crossed, seemingly waiting for him to say something next.
"This...that..." Shu Zhan rubbed his nose, inwardly cursing himself. Knowing he was bad with words, he still took advantage of Chang Jue while he wasn't around. Now look what happened, he'd been caught red-handed.
He really wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.
Seeing him like this, Lu Huai couldn't help but laugh and scold him a couple of times, "Alright, stop joking. What were you sorting just now? Did you find anything to eat?"
"Oh, found it." Shu Zhan nodded, automatically ignoring his first question. Then he turned around and brought him a large bowl from the stove, along with a pair of chopsticks. "Here, be careful, it's hot."
Lu Huai lowered his eyes, looked at the noodles in the bowl, and said nothing. He walked to the small table next to him, put the noodles down, and waited for them to relax.
"Ouch, it's so hot." Shu Zhan picked up another large bowl, sat opposite him, and then pinched his earlobe.
Seeing that he hadn't touched his chopsticks, Shu Zhan assumed he wasn't used to noodles, so he awkwardly scratched his head. "We arrived too late, and the camp had already turned off the fires. But since they saw that I was brought by my older brother, they didn't make things difficult for me and said they would make me something new. But I felt it wasn't good to bother them, and there wasn't much food left in the camp, so I had them cook two bowls of noodles to make do."
Lu Huai glanced at his bowl of noodles, which was covered with slices of meat, and then at Shu Zhan's bowl, which only contained pickled vegetables. He calmly reached out and switched the two bowls of noodles, placing his original bowl in front of Shu Zhan.
Seeing that his pickled vegetable noodles had been replaced, Shu Zhan, who was initially a little confused, instantly became indignant. "Hey! Taking someone's food is like killing their parents, don't you understand?"
"..." Lu Huai's lips twitched. Did your parents know you said that? He pinched the bridge of his nose and said wearily, "Annoying."
Shu Zhan fell silent instantly, and seeing that he had already started eating the noodles, she gave up the idea of ​​exchanging them again.
"..." Lu Huai forced down the extremely salty noodles in his mouth and calmly stated, "These noodles... you actually made them, didn't you?"
Shu Zhan choked, never expecting him to be right. It didn't make sense! Was his cooking just too delicious?
Under Lu Huai's indescribable gaze, he picked up a noodle and put it in his mouth.
"Cough...cough cough...why is it so salty!"
Seeing him vomit as expected, Lu Huai nodded in satisfaction, looking as if he had anticipated it.
Shu Zhan ran to the side, took two more bowls, filled them with water from the water vat, and placed them on the table. Then, with a calm expression, he said to Lu Huai, "If you're a brother, drink this bowl of noodles."
Lu Huai: "..." He really wanted to beat Shu Zhan to death.
However, in the end, the two of them ate the entire bowl of noodles, which was so salty it made you want to kill the salt seller, one bite of noodles followed by one sip of water. As a result, the next day, both Lu Huai and Shu Zhan had diarrhea.
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