CHAPTER 107: 107: WHAT ABOUT THE PROMISED RESPECT BETWEEN BROTHERS (PART 2)_1

It was so fragrant.

In the past, the family’s conditions weren’t good (well, they’re not that great now either), we wished we could break a copper coin in half to spend, thriftiness was the priority, we saved whenever we could. The silver we scrimped and saved was either tucked away for a rainy day, or it all went to treating Shu Yu’s illness.

The brothers rarely saw a trace of oil in their meals; when Liang Yixuan was in charge of the cooking, he dared not use too many ingredients. A simple pot of wheat bran, at most paired with a plate of boiled cabbage and potatoes in plain water; if we were in a good mood we’d sprinkle a tiny bit of salt. The mouths of those eating it were almost tasteless, yet day after day, plain boiled potatoes and cabbage was the norm, except when the brothers went to the mountains. If they hunted some wild pheasants or rabbits, it would be considered an improvement to their diet. However, usually, even the wild pheasants and rabbits were too precious to eat—they had to be saved to sell for money.

Today, Dong Huiying stir-fried pork intestines lavishly with plenty of ingredients, and she had great skills, so the fragrance was overwhelming.

Just smelling this rich meaty scent made Liang Yixuan feel almost intoxicated.

Outside the kitchen, the eldest brother had more self-control, but upon smelling the aroma of the dish, he was like a cat catching the scent of fish, his expression subtly changed. Fourth brother’s face was expressionless, but he was gulping down drool, his eyes getting brighter. Little Wu, Liang Yuening, stretched his neck to peer into the kitchen, his throat making gulping sounds as he swallowed saliva.

It was so fragrant, way too fragrant!

Before long, the pork intestines were dished out.

"Shu Yu has a weak stomach; he can’t eat this dish with such a strong smell of oil and rich flavors, it’ll surely upset his stomach. After I finish stir-frying the greens, I’ll make him a suitable meat soup," she said.

She lowered her head to scrub the pot, then suddenly felt something amiss. She had been going on for a while, but Liang Yixuan hadn’t reacted at all. When she turned around, she saw that his eyes were fixed on the plate of stir-fried intestines, which looked so tempting with its perfect color and aroma.

Dong Huiying could hardly suppress a chuckle, "Yixuan?"

"Ah," he came back to reality a beat too slow.

He nodded toward the front, "Let’s get the dish on the table first. Cooking rice takes too long. Later I’ll mix some dough, and we can have pancakes with the dish."

"Mm!"

Yixuan quickly picked up the plate, but was intercepted as soon as he stepped out of the kitchen.

"I’ll do it," said a voice.

"Big brother?"

Liang Zhichen carried the plate away, "You are injured; you shouldn’t exert yourself too much."

"No, I’m not exerting myself at all!"

"Mmm, the wound is deep to the bone; it’s better to rest and heal."

"No, big brother, carrying dishes isn’t heavy labor."

"She’s cooked for the first time, the appearance looks quite good, but it’s yet to be seen how it tastes."

Zhi Chen found a pair of chopsticks from somewhere and elegantly picked up a piece of intestine.

Yixuan watched as his big brother popped a piece of intestine into his mouth, blinked, and couldn’t help but let his mouth water overflow.

"Rich but not greasy, bursting with the fragrance of green onions, quite nice," he commented.

With a swift motion, Yue Ning snatched the plate and Zhichen’s chopsticks. To Zhichen, it seemed like a mirage flashed before his eyes—suddenly, both the plate and the chopsticks vanished, changing hands. How?

Liang Zhichen: "..."

What happened to brotherly respect and fraternal duty?

Zhichen fell silent, his gaze lingering on his fingertips. He could still feel the warmth from the plate that had passed earlier, but now the dish he had tasted only a mouthful of was gone, completely gone!!

Expressionless, he turned towards the little brother bold enough to snatch food from a tiger’s mouth, Fifth Brother Liang Yuening, with his cheeks stuffed full and winking, "Delicious, delicious, it’s actually quite tasty, isn’t it?"

Zhichen turned to the fourth brother, "Haoming?"

A gloomy grinding of teeth was heard, but the big brother maintained a polite and composed smile on his face.