[ half under his breath, voice pitched nasal, wenzhou mockingly repeats yes, shixiong, grumbling immediately afterwards before shoving more food into his mouth as if it's a balm. what a headache..!

ungrateful, annoying, the absolute worst personality.

and yet he wants him here. and yet he keeps spoiling him like this. most people would probably look at fei du and say that he's likely the same as all the other rich progeny out there that party all night and are pampered, spoiled rotten. (no, he's just rotten in personality on his own.) ]

There's still enough for another serving or two - I can put it up for later, or you can have it if your bird stomach has room. [ it's a little bit of a jab, but he also sees the faint flush of blood that's coloring his pale, soft skin something warm. the option for him to eat more is there if he somehow manages it.

maybe wenzhou is fussing a little, despite the kick. ] Even you can manage to reheat something, though.