"Why are you ignoring me? How have I ever upset you?"
Song Ze walked into the dining room, pulled out a chair and sat down, then asked Song En who was sitting across the table.
Song En, who had been hungry for a day, continued to ignore Song Ze and said to the housekeeper, "Serve the food!"
"Okay, Second Young Master."
The housekeeper turned around and went to the kitchen.
Song Ze suddenly leaned against the table, holding his chin and asking Song En as he watched the fun, "Were you suppressed by those old men on the board of directors at the company?"
Song Ze had an expression that said, "Hurry up and tell me, I want to eat some melon."
Song En glanced at Song Ze calmly and asked, "Is the oil painting finished?"
"I finished the painting a long time ago, don't you see who I am?" Song Ze was instantly proud.
Song En took a sip of water and didn't respond. He just wanted to change the subject of Song Ze's conversation.
Song Ze reacted and wanted to get angry, but he paused, blinked and asked, "Could it be that we were really suppressed by those old men?"
“They’re not that capable yet.”
Song En put down the cup, his tone calm.
"Then why are you ignoring me?"
Song Ze was angry. He thought Song En was bullied and was worried about him.
"I'm tired and don't want to talk."
"Oh okay!"
Song Ze curled his lips, but did not bother Song En anymore.
He knew how difficult it was to manage the company. His second brother had only taken over not long ago and must be struggling.
In fact, Song En was not struggling, but the boss of the cooperation would come to the company to discuss business and would bring their daughter with him. He kept pestering him to talk but did not talk about business, which wasted his time and made him very disgusted.
He couldn't tell Song Ze about these things. Once he did, Song Ze, with his bad temper, would come to his door and vent his anger.
"Second Young Master, please try this. These are the chestnuts that Third Young Master left for you."
The butler put the heated chestnuts in front of Song En.
"Hurry up, hurry up, try it, I promise it will make you dizzy with deliciousness."
Song Ze, who was sitting across the long dining table, said with suppressed excitement.
Song En looked at the big chestnuts on the plate and knew without hesitation that they were sent back by their Xiao Chi.
After all, they don't have such big chestnuts here.
"Second Young Master, here."
The butler handed Song En a pair of knife and fork.
Song Ze, "Why use a knife and fork? Can't you just eat it with your hands?"
The housekeeper's mouth twitched. "The second young master is different from you! He usually eats very politely."
But how could the housekeeper dare to say it out loud! He could only pretend that he didn't hear what Song Ze said.
Song En took the knife and fork, cut a little chestnut and took a bite. It tasted better than ordinary chestnuts.
"Gudong..."
Song Ze, who was sitting opposite, stared at the big chestnuts on Song En's plate and swallowed his saliva.
The housekeeper couldn't bear to watch it.
Is their third young master so greedy for chestnuts?
Song En cut the large chestnuts into pieces and put them in his own bowl, then handed the remaining chestnut and a half to Song Ze sitting opposite him.
"Hahahaha, thank you, second brother."
Song Ze was not polite at all. He took the chestnuts and started eating them in big mouthfuls, mumbling about how delicious they were the whole time.
The butler with a question mark on his head: Is it really that delicious?
Song En finished eating half a chestnut and picked up his chopsticks to eat some vegetables.
Song Ze ate chestnuts and vegetables at the same time, and treated chestnuts as his staple food.
Song En didn't say anything, nor did he stop him. He ate in silence.
The housekeeper standing aside, watching one eating voraciously and the other eating quietly, sighed in his heart: They are obviously twins, why are there such big differences between them?
"Burp, I'm so full."
Song Ze leaned back in his chair, touching his stomach and burping. He was too full to move.
Song En stood up from his chair, pushed it back, and left the dining room.
"Hey, where are you going again?" Song Ze shouted towards the dining room door, "Can't you sit down and rest for a while? Aren't you afraid of sudden death at such a young age?"
Upon hearing this, the housekeeper immediately coughed and said, "The Second Young Master should have gone back to his room to take a shower."
"Why take a bath after eating?"
Song Ze muttered, then stood up and walked towards the hall.
He sat down on the sofa, picked up the remote control and turned on the TV. Soon his laughter could be heard.
The housekeeper, who was clearing the table, sighed, "Alas! One is too dull, the other is too noisy, why don't they just balance it out?"
The servants who followed to clear the table didn't dare to speak.
They are different from the housekeeper. They have been serving in the Song family since they were young, so how could they dare to gossip about their master?
"Hahahaha this is too funny hahahahahahahahahahaha..."
Song Ze sat cross-legged on the sofa, eating the potato chips that Song Chen Baisu bought for him, watching TV and laughing uncontrollably.
Song Ze watched TV for an hour and didn't see his second brother coming downstairs. He ate potato chips and looked upstairs in confusion.
He dropped his legs off the couch, grabbed another unopened bag of chips, and headed upstairs.
He first went to Song En's room.
The door was open, but Song En was not inside.
"It must be in the study."
Song Ze walked towards the study with potato chips.
Sure enough, Song En was in the study, talking on the phone in a foreign language, apparently discussing work.
Song Ze immediately tiptoed to the desk, put the potato chips on the table for Song En, and walked to the sofa by the window.
Song En, who was on the phone, glanced at Song Ze, who was sitting by the window enjoying the breeze and eating potato chips, then withdrew his gaze and continued working.
“It’s really busy!”
Song Ze looked back at his desk, leaned against the sofa, ate potato chips and muttered.
The house felt much quieter without his elder brother and younger brothers.
Now his mother is busy with company matters and comes home very late, so he is usually alone at home.
Although he was not bored when painting, he still felt a little lonely when he was free and there was no one at home.
That's why he likes to stick to Song En every time he comes home from work.
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