"Sister Ye, it's time for lunch."
I glanced at my watch; it was already past eleven.
Lu Chen had already put down his sickle and was walking towards them.
"You're awake? What would you like to eat? Shall I go and make it for you?"
Seeing that she was sleepy and looked adorable, Lu Chen unconsciously used a tone of coaxing a child.
Ye Zhiyu had just woken up and was still a little groggy. Without paying attention, she said in a sweet, coquettish voice, "No need, I brought some steamed buns, you guys eat them."
As he spoke, he got up, grabbed his basket, and, using the basket as cover, took the buns out from his pocket and handed them to them.
Lu Chen took it and lowered his eyes. Although he hadn't put any grass into the basket, he knew very well that there had been nothing there before, which must be due to her special ability.
Lu Yun blankly accepted the steamed bun that Ye Zhiyu handed her.
She had never seen her second brother like this before; in fact, she had arrived half an hour earlier.
But her second brother told her to be quiet and not to disturb Sister Ye's sleep. She was not surprised that her second brother was helping Sister Ye with chores, nor was she surprised that her second brother told her to be quiet.
In her heart, her second brother was so strong and her sister Ye was so delicate; it was only right that her second brother help her.
Waking others up is also a very impolite thing to do.
But the way her second brother spoke to Sister Ye was something she had never heard before.
But she quickly stopped thinking about it, her mouth overflowing with the juice of the steamed bun, which smelled delicious.
When a little girl eats something delicious, her first instinct is to share it with her mother.
Blushing with embarrassment, she asked, "Sister Ye, can I take this bun home for my mother?"
This was given to her by Sister Ye; I had to get her permission.
Ye Zhiyu was surprised by the little girl's thoughtfulness: "Of course you can. What's given to you is yours. Take these two with you too."
There were 8 steamed buns. Lu Chen got four, she got one, and the rest went to Lu Jun.
Lu Chen frowned. "No need. If they want to eat it, their family will make it for them."
He was worried that Ye Zhiyu wasn't eating enough, and he wasn't lying; there was plenty of food at home. Lu Jun just habitually wanted to share the good food he tasted.
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