Su Xiaowu looked at the mold that the little dumpling handed her, her face scrunched up like a Shar Pei in protest. "Little dumpling, are you sure you want to fry an egg with such a disgusting shape for the tyrant?"
"Mmm!" The little dumpling nodded happily like a chick pecking at rice, and said in a clear, sweet voice, "Let's fry a heart-shaped egg for big brother, and he'll know how we feel about him at a glance!"
Su Xiaowu felt a chill run down her spine.
He and the tyrant... heart-shaped eggs...
Just thinking about it gives me goosebumps.
It's already a miracle that he and the tyrant didn't kill each other, let alone fall in love. It's probably impossible for them to ever have that chance in this lifetime.
If in his next life the tyrant is his younger brother, allowing him to avenge all the grudges of this life, then in the life after that, perhaps he could consider becoming loving brothers with the tyrant.
But seeing the little dumpling blinking its big eyes, full of anticipation, he finally took the mold, put it in the pot, and cracked the eggs into the mold.
Forget it, he made those disgustingly shaped eggs to make his sister happy, not for the tyrant!
Just as Su Xiaowu carefully placed the heart-shaped fried egg on the surface, the little dumpling twitched its ears and keenly heard Su Yiqing returning from outside the living room.
A big smile spread across her little face.
She ran out with a clatter, and when she saw Su Yiqing coming in from the doorway, she opened her arms and flew over like a happy little bird to hug Su Yiqing's leg.
She raised her adorable little face, her dark eyes sparkling with bright stars, and said, "Big brother, little brother has prepared a surprise for you!"
Su Xiaowu was just coming out of the kitchen with a bowl of noodles.
"Tyrant, don't misunderstand, I'm not preparing any surprise for you. This is my sister's punishment for making her angry by asking the wrong question."
Little dumpling: "..."
This guy's habit of saying one thing but meaning another is really frustrating.
Su Yiqing's slightly disappointed expression instantly softened with warmth. A smile curved his lips, and for the first time, he earnestly expressed his gratitude and praise to Su Xiaowu, "Su Sihan, thank you, this noodle looks delicious!"
Su Xiaowu's face turned bright red to the roots of her neck. She waved her hand and said, "If it looks delicious, just eat it already! Stop talking nonsense!"
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