CHAPTER 159: WHOSE CAKE TASTES BETTER

[I really didn’t expect those CP-shipping bloodhounds to dare come here, hahaha.]

[Don’t start drama, you’re not strong enough for that yet.]

[The only battleship here hasn’t even spoken]

[Only?]

[Hahaha, since everyone only seems to like shipping the other members with Joshua, why don’t we switch things up a little?]

[That’s right, I’m an only-fan, but I’ve heard CP fans always have very strange perspectives. Why do they only ship the other members with Joshua?]

[Honestly, you can see the difference every time they look at each other.]

[Exactly. As a rational person, I can clearly see that Luther doesn’t like Leonard, he can’t stand Justin and Henry. Justin seems gentle with everyone, and as for Leonard, no need to say more, his personality is famous enough already. And Henry... it feels like he has no emotions for anyone except Joshua]

[Hahaha, this group honestly doesn’t even need to pretend to get along]

[You can really see it, I agree with this]

[What about Joshua then? Why isn’t anyone talking about Joshua’s attitude?!]

[Joshua? He’s also gentle with everyone, just like Justin.]

[Come to think of it, both of them don’t have any power in the family like the other three. Of course they’d act nice, hahaha]

[Why are you so sure they’re acting? Can’t they genuinely have gentle personalities?]

[Hey hey hey, why are we starting fights on a festive day, hahaha.]

[It’s getting intense]

The comments flew by nonstop. Fortunately, Elly’s team was remotely helping to filter out the ones they needed to interact with. At this moment, they only had to chat with the fans like usual.

Joshua raised both hands, blooming like a cluster of flowers, and said with a cheerful smile, "Hello everyone, Christmas has finally arrived. I wish you all a peaceful Christmas!"

The others followed one after another with their greetings, and the comment section quickly became lively again.

[Oh my god, Leonard’s ’I-don’t-care-about-life’ expression is actually killing me!]

[And please don’t put your arm on the back of the sofa and then touch Joshua’s shoulder like that. I seriously can’t take it!]

"Today we decorated our house to celebrate Christmas together." Joshua said softly.

Justin immediately cheered him on.

At that moment, Luther suddenly raised his hand, one brow arched. "What are you all looking at? Joshua painted this for me."

The camera zoomed in, revealing the ring finger on his left hand. The nail was painted blue with a little red hat drawn on it.

[Aaaaaa stop showing off, I get it already!]

[At this point people still ask me why I ship CP... half the time they throw me onto the ship, it’s not like I want to!]

Luther’s hand was suddenly pushed aside as Joshua showed his own. "I have it too. I wanted to paint all five fingers, but I guess we didn’t have enough time."

[Why are even your nail designs matching? Why is everything in pairs?!]

But right after that comment appeared, Leonard lunged forward and draped his arm around Joshua’s shoulders, lifting one hand and shaking it. "I have one too. Joshua painted mine voluntarily."

Henry and Justin also crowded into the frame, squeezing into the same spot. Joshua was nearly crushed.

He struggled to lift his head out of the wall of massive pecs pressing against him and growled, "Alright, enough. Switch places if you have to!"

The moment they heard that, the group practically scattered instantly, making the fans burst into laughter.

[Henry, seriously, can you show some authority as the leader? Why are you making that pampering face?!]

[Henry? Pampering face?]

[Am I blind or are you people crazy?]

Right after, Leonard grabbed the phone and started showing off the window decorations he’d made. The Christmas tree on the side slipped into the frame as well.

The comments were filled with admiration—mostly from the mom-fans.

[Oh my god, my children are so talented!]

[In the future, I just need five cute, obedient kids like these.]

[So greedy, five? Can you even afford that?!]

The comments they needed to interact with were also sent to Henry’s phone. He spoke slowly, "Alright then, we’ll pick some comments to reply to now. Think of it as a little Christmas Eve game."

[Hurry up! Ms. Elly, I seriously love you, you’d better pick my comment!]

[And what if she doesn’t?]

[Elly heard you and said ’no’?]

[Please stop making me laugh, you annoying people!]

"Where are we right now? Ah, we’re at Joshua’s house, though it looks like he’s already preparing to move out." Henry read the question aloud before answering.

From the side, Luther pinched Joshua’s cheek lightly and said with a grin, "When we got here, the dust was like three centimeters thick!"

Joshua instantly pulled his hand away and muttered, "Stop exaggerating."

He lifted both arms in an X shape, even pressing them down a bit to show his objection.

Luther tried to sneak in another cheek rub, but Joshua dodged, and his foot shot out to kick Luther’s leg.

Luther’s stance didn’t budge, as solid as a boulder, absolutely determined to keep provoking Joshua.

Fans screamed.

[I bet Joshua will win!]

[Look at the difference between those legs and you say Joshua will win?!]

[In most cases, Luther would never let Joshua lose.]

[Oh my god, could they be any sweeter? I’m going to die—actually die!]

Henry eventually pried Luther and Joshua apart.

Luther shot him a sneaky glare but didn’t show anything in front of the fans.

Just then, a phone was handed to him. Luther glanced at the screen, chuckled, and said, "Who makes the best gingerbread? Haha."

He immediately pointed his thumb at himself and declared loudly, "The person who asked this is asking a meaningless question. Obviously I make the best cookies!"

Joshua pouted. "Clearly it’s me."

Luther burst out laughing, patting Joshua’s head. "Stop deluding yourself, Shua Shua."

[It’s been so long since we heard Luther call Joshua ’Shua’.]

[They’re so cute!]

[Joshua, don’t bite Luther!]

[I feel like Luther is the one who wants to bite Joshua... that sly lion!]

Right then, a fan suddenly commented: [But has anyone actually tasted the cookies yet?]

Joshua saw it and paused for a moment, shaking his head. "Not yet."

Then he stood up. "I’ll go get them."

Henry grabbed the filming stick and said calmly, "Alright, we’re moving the battlefield to the kitchen."

In the kitchen, all the dishes were laid out on the table, with a heating plate underneath.

Under the warm lights, everything sparkled softly—almost dreamlike.

Joshua brought the cookies over. On camera, some cookies still looked recognizable, while others were bent and twisted like dried squid.

Leonard pointed at one that looked like a puffed prawn cracker and snickered, "Whose is this?"

Joshua and Henry both turned to stare at Luther.

Luther’s face darkened. "We’re talking about flavor, aren’t we?"

"These are Joshua’s, right?" On the other side, Leonard had already picked up one of Joshua’s cookies and popped it into his mouth, chewing loudly.

[Help—why do I feel like Leonard wants to chew on something else...]

[I just want to know if it tastes good!]

[Seeing them eat it like that, the flavor probably isn’t bad.]