The Fake Heiress' Seven Brothers Pampers Her

Chapter 97: Why Are You Keeping Everything to Yourself?

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

No way, really?

He Sui had just spoken casually, trying to give He Zhou a way out. Who could have known He Jing would take up the challenge and employ strange fancy techniques only to create something unsatisfactory? That did not sound right…

He Sui did not believe He Ning and said, “Let me try.”

He Ning merely frowned, remaining motionless. He admonished with what felt like forced indifference, “You shouldn’t overeat at night; it’s bad for digestion.”

He Jing coughed, doing her best to suppress her laughter. He Ning’s reaction spoke volumes in and of itself.

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Suspicion took root in He Suit s heart. “No. I must try it,” he insisted, daring He Ning to say otherwise.

He Ning cut off a tiny piece for him, his calm demeanor unchanging as the waters of a still lake. The piece of steak disappeared down He Sui’s throat in one bite.

Three seconds later…

He Xiaoguo looked up, his large grape-like eyes peering at his older brother with angelic curiosity. “Fourth Brother, how is it?”

“But I don’t want to…” He Xioguo whined, hugging He Sui’s thigh, a tantrum brewing in his wake. “Fourth Brother, I want to try it too!”

“What do you mean you want to try it? You had so much to eat earlier. If you ate anymore, vou wouldn’t be able to sleep. Be good and go to your room.” “Okay…” He Xiaoguo could not hide his disappointment.

Reluctantly, he did as he was told, stepping out of the kitchen.

He Zhou heaved a sigh of relief when He Ning declared He Jing’s steak ‘disgusting.’ He turned to He Jing, his confidence restored and plastered on a smile oozing arrogance. “Second Brother and Fourth Brother have spoken: your cooking isn’t delicious. It seems I’m still the better cook.”

He Jing was not embarrassed by the verdict. Instead, she smiled obsequiously, saying, “Third Brother is still the best; I admit defeat.”

He Zhou’s eyes narrowed. Something did not feel right.

He eyed He Ning, who still seemed as aloof as ever, and He Sui, who still wore an expression of abject disdain. Nothing seemed wrong there. Could he be overthinking things?

“Third Brother, will you be continuing our lesson?” He Jing asked.

He Zhou had lost interest in teaching He Jing. He scoffed and stepped out without another word.

A curious silence descended on the remaining three. Looks were shared, and then-

“Second Brother! You want to eat all of it yourself. You’re too shameless!”

He Sui may have voiced his displeasure, but he was cautious enough to keep his voice as low as possible. If he had not reacted as quickly as he did earlier, he would not have been able to deceive He Ning. “Aren’t you the same?” He Ning sneered.

He even fooled his younger brother.

“Do either of you have to fight?” He Jing laughed.

“Why wouldn’t we?” He Sui snapped.

They had never eaten anything so delicious in their lives.

Otherwise, how could the normally reserved He Ning lose control of himself…?

He Sui glared at He Ning.

He Ning had already eaten more than half of the steak while dealing with He Zhou and He Jing.

He Sui could not let He Ning finish the rest and tried snatching the food from his hands.

He Ning pouted and pointed at the half-eaten steak He Zhou had made. He said, “It’s shameful to waste.’

“No, I want to eat this too.”

He would not cede his claim over the food to He Ning.

He Ning dodged He Sui’s initial lunge and kept a wary distance from his sibling. A fight over the steak ensued, causing pots and pans to rattle and tumble.

He Jing tried to speak sense into them, but nothing worked. She shook her head speechlessly and prepared for bed.

She was greeted by He Zhou, who stood just outside the kitchen.

His back was against the light. shrouding his face in shadows. His expression was hard to distinguish, but the frightening aura around him was unmistakable.

Before He Jing could say anything, He Sui spun around having felt a chill run down his spine. He came face to face with He Zhou’s menacing figure and found himself tongue-tied. “Third….Third Brother?”