Chapter 2027: I Mind It Very Much

“Slurp—”

Bo Qingshan scooped a big spoonful into his mouth and deliberately bowed his head to shield the bowl’s edge, not letting Nan Jiaojiao add chili to his bowl.

“Delicious…”

He hadn’t even chewed it yet, the tofu pudding was very smooth, sliding down his throat, Bo Qingshan coughed while covering his mouth, choking slightly.

Nan Jiaojiao was just teasing him and didn’t expect such a big reaction. She didn’t dare to play anymore, quickly grabbed a napkin for him, and when she was reaching for the milk, a hand suddenly snatched the cup away.

“Qingshan, drink two sips to swallow it, don’t choke.”

Bo Qingshan took it and drank, only after taking two sips did he have time to see who handed him the water.

His face suddenly darkened, “I wanted my sister Jiaojiao to hand it to me, why are you interfering!”

Song Yuan, with concern all over her face, was thus frozen, explaining half awkwardly, “I saw you coughing badly and just thought to help you recover quickly, didn’t think much. If you mind…”

“I do mind!”

Bo Qingshan didn’t give any face, placing the cup down heavily, and snorted, “Mind your own business!”

Bo Yanching lightly rebuked, “Watch your tone, be polite to guests.”

Song Yuan secretly rejoiced, never expected Bo Yanching to stand up and speak for her, but before she could feel happy, Bo Qingshan’s flat “Oh, thank you, guest” suppressed it.

She pressed her lips, extremely aggrieved, “Qingshan, I think there’s a misunderstanding, I wasn’t trying to compete with Jiaojiao, just overly concerned. Besides, you’re growing, eating these roadside stalls isn’t clean. We made breakfast at home, how about eating that instead?”

Bo Qingshan rolled his eyes, “I’m sorry, aren’t you meddling too much? I eat whatever I want in my own home. What right does a guest have to say anything? At your age, don’t you know ‘when in Rome, do as the Romans do’?”

Song Yuan was quite stifled, “I…”

“Why is a roadside stall considered unclean? Why don’t you complain about the germs on yourself? How clean can you be!”

“Qingshan!” The Old Lady sternly rebuked.

But her expression clearly didn’t show much blame, and no further scolding followed.

Bo Qingshan reluctantly reined in his eye roll, “She’s the one who doesn’t understand boundaries, not my fault. How old am I really? Using me for drama here, who are you performing for!”

Song Yuan’s mind echoed with a loud bang, her face flushed entirely, eyes reddening, extremely aggrieved, “Qingshan, how can you say that about me…”

“Oh, sorry,” Bo Qingshan reluctantly offered a perfunctory apology, “I was just speaking without thinking, Auntie Song, don’t hold it against me.”

Song Yuan…

What could she do after he said that?

Could she seriously argue with a child?

“Okay,” Nan Jiaojiao nudged Bo Qingshan’s hand, “Apologize properly, don’t lose manners.”

Bo Qingshan instantly radiated joy, his head filled with “Sister touched me, Sister loves me,” his mind sparkling with pink bubbles. He put down the spoon, turned aside, and said quite politely, “Sorry, Auntie Song, my words were inappropriate. Please don’t take it to heart.”

Auntie Song…

She’s not much older than Nan Jiaojiao.

Regardless if it was the Old Madam or Bo Yanching, Bo Qingshan wasn’t very obedient, yet with just one word from Nan Jiaojiao, he’d put aside his pride to apologize. This is the point that made Song Yuan the most uneasy.

She awkwardly tugged at the corners of her mouth, “It’s okay, I also wasn’t perfect…”