After rebirth, the real daughter became a popular figure by relying on internal competition

Li Yanlang and Li Xinghao stood at the edge of the restaurant, waiting for Li Zhiyin to come downstairs to eat.

The footsteps came from far away and came down from a high place.

Li Yanlang was a little dazed.

They had waited for Li Wuyou like this before.

At that moment, Li Wuyou's footsteps came down from upstairs, like a jumping white dove, happily fluttering to the door: "Hey! Why don't you two wait for me for dinner? Every time I sit here, you two have finished eating!"

"Then who told you to be so slow?" Li Xinghao proudly retorted: "Whoever is the slowest will eat last~"

Li Wuyou pouted: "Then I have to dress up nicely before going out! You two are my brothers after all, and you didn't even bother to wait for me. You're not gentlemanly at all!"

Li Xinghao grinned evilly: "I can't be a gentleman with my sister, so I'm going to take the fried shrimp from your plate!"

"Ah! No! Give me back my fried shrimp!"

Li Wuyou ran over from the railing and turned into a cloud of misty smoke. The smoke did not dissipate, but floated back up the stairs.

Li Yanlang stared straight at the fog. He stretched out one hand from the smoke, then casually reached behind his head and smoothed his fluffy curly hair a little, dispersing the fog to reveal a clear and gorgeous figure.

Li Zhiyin was wearing a loose cream-colored shirt with a brown pleated skirt underneath. Her slender legs were covered with mid-calf socks and she was wearing a pair of brand new leather shoes. She walked down slowly and steadily.

Li Yanlang couldn't help but hold his breath, and also felt Li Xinghao take a deep breath.

The waiting process was not long, only three minutes, but during this period my heart was floating in a state of uncertainty, and finally settled down at this moment.

Li Zhiyin noticed someone standing there, looked up and was surprised.

Li Yanlang and Li Xinghao stood at the door of the restaurant, staring at her coldly without blinking, like two sculptures, as if they wanted to eat her alive.

As if he was starving.

She wanted to laugh: "Why don't you two eat first?"

The two of them were stunned for a moment, as if they had just come to their senses, and said in unison: "Wait for you."

She was a little surprised, but not shocked: "I think you two are just sister-con, right? Are you guys treating Li Wuyou the same way?"

Li Xinghao responded quickly: "No, I never wait for Li Wuyou to eat."

Li Yanlang also quickly agreed: "Well, whoever sits here eats, and we never wait for anyone."

Li Zhiyin was startled, her smile disappeared, and she became unhappy.

The two of them looked a little embarrassed and looked at each other. They intuitively felt that they had said something wrong, but they didn't know what.

Li Zhiyin sat on the chair, and the two boys naturally sat next to her and said in unison: "Just eat, we will help you pick up the dishes."

She looked at the two attentive people listlessly, watching them use serving chopsticks to pick up the dishes, with the food clearly separated, and tacitly not touching the area in front of each other, only placing the two plates in front of her.

Both plates were large, the food did not interfere with each other, the meat and vegetables were well matched, and they were even presented on a platter.

She picked up the chopsticks and took a bite. She found it delicious, so she changed to something else.

No matter how unhappy she is, she will enjoy the food.

Li Xinghao could see her puffy cheeks, which made her look even more childish than when she didn't show any expression. Her thick, long eyelashes hung down like a child's, and she looked so well-behaved that people wanted to poke her.

Whenever he noticed Li Zhiyin's childish appearance, he could imagine that there was a violent soul hidden under her immature skin.

The filling of the crispy puffs is always soft and smooth cream, and you can feel the layers when you take a bite.

Li Zhiyin is the opposite. She is like a snowskin mooncake, which tastes cold and sticky, but the filling is made of ice crystals that will not break.

Take a bite and you can experience her sharp soul from her soft appearance.

Li Xinghao chewed the air unconsciously, picked up the roast duck and put it on the plate to replenish her meal, but found that Li Yanlang was also replenishing her food from another plate.

He paused, then raised his eyes and looked at Li Yanlang.

Li Yanlang looked unhappy, and the gauze on his neck was very eye-catching. He looked like a gloomy puppet that had come to life, with pale skin and sickly eyes. He curled his lips at him sarcastically.

He didn't know why, but he felt angry and smiled at Li Yanlang.

Li Yanlang's face darkened, and he served Li Zhiyin some soup: "Try this pork rib soup, it's made by mom, she's really good at making soup."

Hearing that it was made by Shen Shiyi, Li Zhiyin became interested and picked it up to taste.

Her eyes lit up and she smiled in surprise: "So this is what my mother smells like."

Very delicious and fresh.

She drank several mouthfuls in succession and began to eat the ingredients inside. Then a potato was forcefully stuffed into her mouth.

She paused and looked away to look at Li Yanlang.

Li Yanlang held the chopsticks and stared at her mouth, as if haunted by a ghost. His eyes were fierce, and he stuffed the potatoes into her mouth in a somewhat rough manner.

Her mouth was stretched wide open, and she was a little dazed at first, but soon her eyes became cold and she rolled the potato off the chopsticks and ate it.

Li Yanlang shuddered, as if waking up from a dream. He met her gaze, panic in his eyes, as if she had suddenly turned into a terrible evil spirit. He hurriedly avoided her eyes, and the knuckles that were holding the chopsticks began to turn white from excessive force.

"What else do you want to eat?" He changed the subject casually: "I'll get it for you."

Li Zhiyin didn't say anything, but just felt a little sad. He ate a bowl of rice resentfully, then ate another bowl silently, and finally drank all the soup made by Shen Shiyi.

She would not take her bad mood out on the food. Her mouth was always full during the whole process and was fed to the hilt by these two people.

But that doesn't seem to be enough.

The two of them prepared the dishes faster and faster, and the look in their eyes became more and more expectant.

If they didn't have a bad relationship, she felt that they could pry open her mouth and force it into her mouth.

She put down her bowl and stopped the two people from continuing to pick up food for her: "I'm full, I don't want any more."

The two seemed to be in high spirits, and put down their hands awkwardly: "Are you full so soon?"

Li Yanlang's eyes were like a spider web that could not be pulled clean, with fine and dense silk threads sticking to her face: "Did you eat well this time?"

Li Zhiyin nodded.

Li Xinghao supported his chin with one hand, the corner of his mouth tended to rise: "Well, you had a good meal this time, when will you come next time?"

Li Zhiyin said indifferently: "Not sure."

Li Xinghao's smile disappeared.

Li Yanlang lowered his head somewhat dejectedly, but then smiled again: "So what do you think of my performance this time? Is there anything that needs improvement?"

Li Zhiyin was silent for a while, then curled his lips in a funny way: "There is indeed a problem."

Li Yanlang suddenly became nervous: "What's the problem?"

Li Xinghao also moved closer to her and frowned inquiringly.

There was seriousness in the eyes of both of them, as if her words were an imperial decree. Their expressions were solemn and they praised her very highly with their eyes.

She crossed her legs and said lightly, like a critical queen, "You two have a secret, but you didn't hide it well enough for me to see through it."

Li Xinghao's face turned pale and his eyes widened.

Li Yanlang's heart trembled violently, and a cool and refreshing feeling climbed up his spine, causing his limbs to soften instantly. He explained calmly: "What secret, no——"

"Want to deny it?"

Li Zhiyin looked at him, her dark eyes like the muzzle of a gun, locked on his brow: "Then deny it to me. As long as you dare to say it, I will believe it."