The delivery man said thank you and turned to leave.
Carrying the insulated bag, she turned back into the living room. "Qing Muye, hehehe, since you ordered so much breakfast, I might as well finish it before I go. It would be such a waste otherwise."
As she spoke, she walked towards the sofa, holding the insulated bag in one hand and a paper carrier bag in the other.
Tang Si, who was groaning on the sofa, saw Meng Jingwei. Before he could even scold her for hitting him too hard earlier, Meng Jingwei gently kicked him, "Move over, go further inside."
Tang Si's mouth twitched. He wanted to say something, but seeing Han Yu's uncharitable smile and his own second brother showing no intention of protecting him, he obediently moved aside.
Meng Jingwei placed the clothes from the paper carrier bag on the sofa and then put the insulated bag on the low coffee table. As she opened the lid, a rich, savory aroma wafted out.
"Wow, it smells so good. I'm starving."
As she spoke, she took out the lavish breakfast from inside.
"Qing Muye, you're too extravagant. Why did you order so much breakfast for just the two of us?" Looking at the five, six, seven, or eight kinds of breakfast in the large insulated bag, she felt a pang of heartache.
This meal was incredibly expensive.
Meng Jingwei addressed Qing Muye by name in every sentence, speaking to him familiarly and even a bit arrogantly.
This scene made Tang Si's jaw drop.
This was what was called 'pampering', wasn't it?
It was simply unrestrained.
In the vastness of Lancheng, Tang Si had rarely seen anyone dare to address his second brother so casually, calling him a 'spendthrift' so brazenly.
It was truly mind-boggling.
Meanwhile, Han Yu's inscrutable gaze darted between Meng Jingwei and Qing Muye, making it impossible to fathom his thoughts.
"Let's eat together."
Qing Muye said, then went into the master bedroom bathroom to wash up.
Seeing Qing Muye enter, Tang Si immediately sidled up to Meng Jingwei. "Hey girl, do you always talk to Qing Muye like that, so arrogantly?"
"Where am I being arrogant? Isn't this normal communication? Qing Muye is a spendthrift, I'm just stating facts."
Meng Jingwei said, then sat cross-legged on the carpet, opened a container of porridge, and began to eat, completely unconcerned about waiting for Qing Muye.
"Aren't you waiting for him to eat with you?"
Tang Si asked again.
"Why should I wait for him to eat? Do I have to wait for him to feed me?"
Tang Si: "..."
You truly are a conversation killer.
He stopped talking and slowly walked over to Han Yu, nudging him with his elbow and communicating with him through glances.
Tang Si: Holy cow, this girl isn't simple.
Han Yu: I saw that long ago.
Tang Si: You saw it long ago, why didn't you stop me earlier? Do you know how badly my butt got hurt?
Han Yu: You deserved it, you brought it upon yourself.
Tang Si: Get lost!
The two of them exchanged glances, their thoughts perfectly aligned.
A short while later, Qing Muye emerged from the bedroom, having bathed and changed.
He looked at the two brothers sitting on the sofa, then glanced at Meng Jingwei sitting on the carpet, seeing her eating heartily.
He habitually sat beside her and placed a cup of special milk from the table in front of Meng Jingwei. "Drink this."
"Oh."
Meng Jingwei picked up the warm milk and took a sip, then furrowed her brows. "Qing Muye, did you put poison in this? Why does it have a strange taste?"
She had felt a strange taste when she drank the milk before.
"Yi Pin Ju special milk, 888 per cup," the man said indifferently.
"888?"
Meng Jingwei's eyes widened in disbelief. She looked at the milk in the cup, puzzled. "Is this milk from a golden cow? Why is it so expensive?"
She mumbled as she tilted her head back and gulped down the milk, not leaving a single drop.
Meng Jingwei naively believed the milk was expensive, unaware that Qing Muye had ordered the doctor's prescribed medicine to be put into it.
This cup of milk wasn't actually 888.
Seeing her finish, Qing Muye's stern face curved into a slight smile. When he looked up at the two brothers opposite him, he found both pairs of eyes staring at him, wide open.
Their gazes held a mixture of strangeness and surprise, an expression of utter disbelief.
Qing Muye's smile faltered, and the corner of his mouth twitched. "Why are you just standing there? It'll get cold if you don't eat."
Han Yu smiled slightly, glanced at the dining area, and rubbed his nose, forcing a stiff smile. "Okay, okay."
The Qing Muye of the past would never settle for eating at a low coffee table.
Always dignified, he exuded aristocratic elegance in his every movement and was extremely particular about his lifestyle. How could he possibly dine at a low coffee table in the living room?
Han Yu was truly astonished.
As for Tang Si, his worldview had been completely shattered.
Qing Muye opened a food container, revealing steaming shrimp soup dumplings.
The moment the lid was opened, Meng Jingwei caught the aroma and instantly felt the porridge in front of her lose its appeal. "Qing Muye, let's switch. This is shrimp soup dumpling, right? Hehehe, after eating so much of your porridge, this porridge tastes bland."
As she spoke, she handed her half-eaten bowl of porridge to Qing Muye and, in the process, took the soup dumplings in front of him.
"Mmm, eat more if you like it," Qing Muye replied very naturally.
Meng Jingwei nodded enthusiastically, picked up a soup dumpling, and took a bite. Her eyes widened instantly, and she gave him a thumbs-up. "Delicious, delicious."
Her words were muffled because her mouth was full of soup dumplings.
But the flavor of the soup dumplings was truly exceptional, retaining the fresh, tender texture of the shrimp, with a rich, savory broth that was fresh but not greasy, making them extraordinarily delicious.
Meng Jingwei, having rarely tasted such exquisite shrimp soup dumplings, couldn't resist sharing her joy. She picked up a soup dumpling and offered it to Qing Muye. Seeing he had no chopsticks, she directly brought it to his mouth, saying excitedly, "Try it, it's super delicious, really, try it quickly."
The sudden gesture didn't surprise Qing Muye.
Because after Meng Jingwei disappeared in Dongpu Village, the day he found her in the forest, she had also casually shared things with him, though not by feeding him directly.
He looked at the soup dumpling in Meng Jingwei's hand, as if savoring the beauty of the moment.
However, Meng Jingwei thought he was being disgusted. "Are you afraid of my saliva on the chopsticks? Then forget it..."
Just as she was about to withdraw her chopsticks to eat it herself, Qing Muye grabbed her hand and took the soup dumpling into his mouth.
He chewed slowly, while Meng Jingwei tilted her head, looking at him expectantly.
It was as if the soup dumplings were made by her, as she anxiously awaited Qing Muye's praise.
"How is it? Isn't it super-duper mega delicious?"
"Passable."
Qing Muye replied.
"Passable?" Meng Jingwei furrowed her brows tightly, her smile vanishing instantly. "You're too picky. I really doubt how you grew up being so picky. You can only boil porridge yourself, yet you find this not tasty and that not tasty all day long. What kind of person are you? Hmph~"