DAVM Chapter 55.2

When the alarm clock rang the next morning, Ji Zhile turned over and continued to sleep as usual, but the familiar voice kept calling in his ears.

“Zhile, wake up soon.”

After repeating it many times, Ji Zhile finally opened his eyes and saw Ji Ningyi, then closed them again. He began to act like a spoiled child like he did to Pei Jing before: “I’ll sleep for another five minutes.”

But Ji Ningyi did not spoil him like Pei Jing: “You can’t sleep when the alarm clock goes off, and sleeping for five minutes will only make you sleepier.”

Five minutes of sleep can’t solve any problems, in Ji Ningyi’s opinion. (T/N: No, no, Ningyi. You don’t know the happiness of procrastination haha…)

“Just five minutes.” Ji Zhile begged.

“Don’t procrastinate, get up soon.”

Ji Zhile did not listen. He pulled up the quilt and buried his head inside, pretending not to hear.

But the next moment, the quilt was lifted, and a pair of hands took Ji Zhile’s arm and pulled him up.

Now all sleepiness was gone, Ji Zhile frowned: “You don’t want to do it for five minutes, it’s so annoying.”

Ji Ningyi did not feel sad anymore after hearing Ji Zhile’s hateful words. He thought his mother was right, Zhile just liked to hate people, but he stopped hating them after a while.

“Change clothes first or wash up first?” He asked.

Ji Zhile did not answer him. He picked up the clothes from the bedside table and started to change. He muttered: “Brother Pei Jing will let me sleep for another five minutes. Brother Pei Jing will not lift my quilt. Brother Jing will also help me fold quilts and clothes… Brother Pei Jing is better.”

Ji Ningyi frowned slightly and tried to reason with Ji Zhile: “But Zhile, your alarm clock has gone off. This is the alarm clock you set yourself.”

Ji Zhile, who was still not awake, did not want to listen to him at all and kept mumbling: “I want Brother Pei Jing to sleep with me.”

Ji Ningyi walked into the bathroom silently, washed his face, and brushed his teeth. He saw Ji Zhile’s toothbrush on the sink. There was a cup and toothbrush next to it, which belonged to Pei Jing. The day before yesterday, Pei Jing and Ji Zhile slept together, and her mother prepared a toothbrush and cup for Pei Jing.

Ji Ningyi looked away. It was obvious that he was Zhile’s elder brother. He had grown up with Zhile, and they had lived together for a long time.

Why did Zhile like Pei Jing even more after Pei Jing slept with Zhile for one night?

Ji Zhile did not wake up until it was time to eat. He had completely forgotten that he had stepped on Ningyi and Pei Jing just now.

Si Tian asked, “How much milk would Zhile want to drink today?”

Ji Zhile stretched out a finger: “One cup and one sip.”

Si Tian: “You drank two glasses yesterday. Do you want to try again today?”

Ji Zhile shook his head: “No, I won’t try.”

Si Tian felt a little regretful, thinking that Ji Zhile, who was not picky about food and ate quickly yesterday, might not come back again. As expected, having more children would lead to effective competition. There were only one or two people, Ji Zhile and Ji Ningyi, and Ji Zhile was already used to being bad.

In the morning, the cooking aunt makes steamed buns. Ji Zhile likes to eat the fillings. He took the bun with both hands, broke them apart from the middle, then took a bite, and started eating from the middle. In the end, there were only two sides of the bun skin left in his hand.

From an objective point of view, the buns made by the cooking aunt are much thinner than those sold outside, but Ji Zhile just eats the fillings.

Looking at the skin of his two hands, Ji Zhile glanced at his mother cautiously. Seeing that his mother was eating, he hesitated and took another bite of the skin. Ji Zhile tried to eat the rest, but it was so unpalatable that he barely swallowed it. He wanted to throw the rest of the bun skin into the trash can. As soon as he wanted to move his hand, Si Tian looked over with a very oppressive look: “What’s wrong?”

Ji Zhile shook his hand: “I, I want to drink water.”

Si Tian smiled: “Then, drink it. Mom thought Zhile would throw away the bun skin.”

Ji Zhile said, “I don’t have one.”

“That’s right, Zhile was very helpful and kind-hearted yesterday when he helped his classmates. How could he do such a thing as throw away the bun skin?”

Ji Zhile stuffed the steamed bun skin into his mouth in two or three bites. His cheeks bulged, and his voice was vague: “Yes, I won’t.”

After swallowing, Ji Zhile still felt a little guilty and did not dare to look at Si Tian.

He thought that his mother had really misunderstood him. He did not want to be helpful, and he really wanted to throw away the bun skin.

Why do good steamed buns have to have skin? It would be fine if they only had fillings. Ji Zhile thought so.

When going to school, Ji Ningyi called Pei Jing as usual. As soon as Pei Jing walked in, Ji Zhile said enthusiastically: “Good morning, Brother Pei Jing, here are the steamed buns we had this morning.”

Ji Ningyi took out a few steamed buns and gave them to Pei Jing: “Auntie made a lot, but we haven’t finished them yet. Pei Jing, please help us.”

This is what his mother taught him to say, saying that it would be easier for Pei Jing to accept it.

Pei Jing took it and said, “Thank you, Ningyi.”

 

 

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