"Why are you up so early?" Shen Weiyi walked over and sat down at the dining table.
The auntie brought her breakfast from the kitchen.
Smelling the aroma, Shen Jingqi got up from the sofa and sat down opposite Shen Weiyi, smiling at the auntie, "Auntie, the porridge smells amazing, can I have a bowl too?"
"Sure, please give me a moment, Young Master Shen," the auntie said and went to the kitchen to get the porridge.
Shen Weiyi looked at him and raised an eyebrow, "Didn't you have breakfast?"
"I did, but you know, female celebrities have to diet. Our family's meals are mostly light, and by light, I mean a bunch of fruit and vegetable leaves, at most with two slices of chicken breast. That stuff is just gross," Shen Jingqi complained as he picked up a xiaolongbao from the table.
Shen Weiyi, not the least bit sympathetic, reminded him, "That's actually two words."
Shen Jingqi gave her a dejected look. Is that the point? Isn't the point that he's really pitiful?
