Tang Zijin wanted to refuse but didn’t dare, so she timidly opened her mouth and took a bite, accepting the black sticky rice cake.
Gu Moyan showed a triumphant smile, then quickly piled some sweet and heavy pastries in front of Tang Zijin: "You have to eat all of these, if you can’t finish them..."
"Bang!"
Before he could finish speaking, the tickling stick in Gu Jian’s hand hit Gu Moyan.
"You brat, you’re bullying Zijin again!"
As he spoke, he pointed to the pile of pastries Gu Moyan had picked and said, "Do you think Zijin is a pig? How can she finish so many pastries at once?"
Tang Zijin: Pig? Always feeling like the old ancestor is mocking her! Unfortunately, she had no evidence.
Gu Moyan was trying hard not to laugh.
Pig?
Looking at Tang Zijin’s bulging cheeks, Gu Moyan clicked his tongue twice and thought, well, she really does look a bit like a little pig.
Tang Zixin felt better at this moment, realizing that Tang Zijin was merely being used as a source of amusement by the old Duke and the young lord!
Caiju glanced at the unreliable old master, then at the mischievous young lord, sighed, and had to step up to relieve the Tang family’s second girl: "Old master, it’s almost time for lunch. How about I pack up the pastries and let young lady Zijin take them home to eat."
Gu Jian quickly nodded: "Yes, yes, yes, look at my memory, it’s almost time for a meal, how can one eat so many pastries?" Saying that, he instructed Caiju to pack up the pastries.
Tang Zijin felt a sense of relief, quickly put down the black sticky rice cake in her hand, and seeing Gu Moyan staring at her, she couldn’t help but explain: "I’ll eat at home."
Gu Moyan snorted twice but didn’t say anything.
Before long, Gu Jian had the meal served.
"Come, Zijin girl, you sit here."
Gu Jian had Tang Zijin sit at his lower right, with Gu Moyan at his lower left.
Tang Zixin was displeased to see the young lord and Tang Zijin sitting face to face.
She was the eldest daughter of the Tang family, Tang Zijin’s sister, yet now she had to sit below Tang Zijin, which felt quite stifling.
Unfortunately, here, no one would care about her feelings.
Gu Jian was in a good mood today, constantly urging Tang Zijin to eat.
Tang Zijin, a true foodie, looking at the table full of delicacies, ignored even the intimidating presence of Gu Moyan, completely immersed in the various foods.
One chopstick, two chopsticks, three chopsticks...
Gu Moyan was amazed watching Tang Zijin’s chopsticks reach out and pull back, reach out and pull back, her ruby-red mouth stuffed with food, much like a little hamster.
Watching her eat so happily, Gu Jian’s appetite was also greatly enhanced, his eating speed much faster than usual.
Just as her chopsticks reached the shrimp, they were once again pinned down by Gu Moyan’s chopsticks.
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