Quick Wear: Another day of being criticized for falling in love at first sight

Chapter 278: The Domineering Brother Is Too Clingy 17

At that time, Miaomiao, who had lived alone for several years and had basically mastered some cooking skills, simply made four home-cooked dishes for her brother and herself.

Perhaps it was because her previous interactions with her brother were more like a mouse meeting a cat, and his habit of giving her an exercise book whenever they met made her want to hide in her room whenever she saw him.

So I didn't notice much that my eldest brother was such a big eater.

Even later, in order to ease his mother's worries, the eldest brother came to have dinner with her every night, but she seemed not to notice that the eldest brother could not eat.

I just know that no matter how much food you order, it will always be finished.

Now, Miaomiao looked at her elder brother who was seriously ill and had no appetite, but he slowly finished three bowls of rice...

If it weren't for the red nose and unusual hoarseness in his voice, one would never have guessed that this person with a poor appetite who just kept eating was a glutton.

I don’t know how my brother, who can eat so much, managed to build up such amazing chest and abdominal muscles.

No wonder some people say that you shouldn’t get too close to your idols, as it’s easy to become disillusioned.

It’s hard to imagine that those handsome and restrained bosses eat more than pigs at the dining table.

What's the difference between this and someone telling themselves that idols also poop and get constipated?

But I have to say that this kind of brother is more down-to-earth.

During the time they spent together, her eldest brother constantly broke down her previous preconceived impressions of his brothers, as if he had recreated a brother for her who was flesh and blood and no longer rigid and indifferent.

Yan Cang ate his meal slowly, restraining the greed and paranoia in his eyes, and displayed the best etiquette while dining.

Unfortunately, he thought Miaomiao was attracted by his handsome appearance or by his chest muscles exposed because he had unbuttoned a button.

Instead, I don’t know what Miaomiao really thinks.

For example, in Miaomiao's wild imagination, her brother actually eats more than a pig...

When the doorbell rang, Miaomiao put down her dishes and got up to open the door.

When he saw his mother rushing outside, he slapped his forehead and remembered that he had forgotten to tell his brother that his mother had called.

Whenever Cangzhen is not busy, he will come to spend a few days with his daughter every month and is very familiar with the structure of the room.

Now when I see my own son sitting there eating dinner in all his clothes like a big silly dog, I always feel a sense of out of place.

But this time, the one who is out of place is not her silly son whose nose is red because of illness, but her mother who came uninvited?

The atmosphere before me is so confusing.

"Mom, have you eaten yet? My brother eats so much. I steamed rice myself, and he ate three bowls. He's like a glutton."

Miaomiao pulled her mother into the house and started talking.

It was as if a needle suddenly stretched out in this situation, piercing the inexplicably frozen atmosphere.

Cangzhen looked at his elder brother, who was described as a glutton by Miaomiao. The moment Miaomiao spoke, his back stiffened and he burst out laughing.

Yan Cang turned around, stood up, and looked like he had just seen his mother coming.

He was still her calm and self-possessed son, but there was something wrong with him appearing here.

Cang Zhen nodded, and did not rashly reveal the reason why he came because of anxiety, but first concerned about his "good-for-nothing" son.

"Mom, why are you here so late?"

Yan Cang asked gently, as if he didn't know that the main reason his mother came was because he had invisibly induced her to come.

"I'll stay here with Miaomiao for a few days.

Miaomiao is a little girl and doesn’t know how to take care of others, so let her mother do it.”

Cang Zhen smiled and said that the studio's recent project had come to an end, and he could take this opportunity to carefully consider whether he had been overthinking it.

Yan Cang's body stiffened subconsciously. He didn't expect that his induction was so serious that he actually led his mother to live with him.

"Mom, it's okay. I don't need anyone to take care of me. It's my dad..."

If you can't move others, move your clingy dad. He is still useful.

"It's okay. Your dad told me that being a son is very important. Your dad helped me pack this luggage."

Cang Zhen shrugged, took Miaomiao's hand and walked into the house, then turned around and looked at his hypocritical son again.

"Remember to wash the dishes and take your medicine."

Yes, washing dishes is important, taking medicine is just a side job.

The worry that he had let go of yesterday was brought up again today. Cang Zhen decided to take advantage of his free time to see how his son had behaved over the past two days. Was it truly due to family affection, or was he worse than an animal?

After all, Yan Cang cannot be left alone with his little white rabbit-like daughter.

There is no such thing.

Yan Cang let out a breath and looked at Miaomiao standing obediently beside her mother, and he felt inexplicably relieved.

After all, it's still his.

"Okay, I'll clean up the dishes.

Miaomiao has worked hard taking care of me all day. I'll be going back to the old house soon. Mom, do you want to come with me?

It's not like there's no dad at home, and you're not at home taking charge, right?"

Yan Cang chuckled and said, the hoarseness of his voice made Cang Zhen know that his son's cold seemed to be quite serious.

Did I blame him wrongly?

Miaomiao breathed a sigh of relief when she heard her brother suggest going back.

Although she jokingly called her elder brother a glutton, in fact, she had been an adult for a long time after all, and the way her elder brother occasionally looked at her made Miaomiao feel a little weird.

Maybe her apartment is too small to accommodate this big Buddha statue of her brother?

In short, Yan Cang quickly washed the dishes, went back to his room, changed into the clothes bought by Assistant Qian, and then came out.

Cangzhen patted Miaomiao's shoulder helplessly.

"I was thinking of staying here with you and your brother, but this place is really small, so I'll take your brother back first.

Don't bother cleaning the room, just ask someone to come and clean it tomorrow."

After Cangzhen gave all the instructions, he took Yan Cang away from Miaomiao's house.

As the elevator went down, Yan Cang looked at his nose and his heart, looking like he didn't want to talk because of a cold.

Cangzhen just glanced at it casually without saying anything.

The family's driver had originally left, but rushed back because of Cang Zhen's call, and then the two of them returned to the old house.

Along the way, Yan Cang looked at the environment outside silently, but his mind was full of Miaomiao's meal just now, and even the way Miaomiao waved goodbye to him.

The reluctance in my heart became even more unbearable under the backdrop of the neon lights outside the window.