Ansel made an effort to hold his stomach.
"Gurgle—gurgle—"
His rebellious stomach gurgled even more merrily.
Kids his age tend to get hungry quickly.
After today's busy day, plus only eating two bags of bread, he was feeling as hungry as could be.
But he had said he wasn't hungry, and admitting hunger now would be too embarrassing.
"Brother, eat." A half-eaten bun was offered to him.
Ansel was stunned—
Junqi licked his lips; he had already eaten one and a half, only this half was left.
"Eat." Junqi shoved the bun into his mouth.
Actually, he's not at all foolish; he knows clearly who treats him well and whom he should treat well.
So he's willing to share half a bun with his brother.
Ansel opened his mouth to say something but was blocked by the bun.
He felt his throat blocked and uncomfortable, but he didn't resist and held the bun, eating it in big bites.
Junqi stared at the bun longingly, unable to hide his feelings.
