Kung Fu Baby with 17 Doting Brothers-Chapter 583: War at the Dining Table

Facing the little girl eager for praise, Jin Shilin very graciously praised her many times, especially her knife skills.

When he saw the finished product, he realized how wildly wrong his preconceived notions were.

Does age really matter? Age shouldn’t be the shackles that bind a person. What one should truly do is judge based on the real situation, not be lazy and directly attach stereotypes to a certain group.

Gu Che and Wen Li, among others, gave their cousin the respect she deserved.

Tuanzi was praised to the point of shaking her head proudly.

She likes being praised and has the strength to earn it.

A group of people looked on and watched Gu Li, busy in the kitchen. They looked at his fierce yet handsome face and then at his pink apron with a sweetly smiling bear on it.

Wen Li also caught the truth in the children’s stories written by Gu Li and chose this gift with precise accuracy.

Gu Li, cutting vegetables, couldn’t stand it anymore. With a dark face, he walked to the door, glared fiercely at everyone, and closed the door.

Tuanzi, munching on her melon, took a moment to poke her little face, covered in watermelon juice, and teased Wen Li, "Hahaha, Gu Li is glaring at you; you’ve made him angry again."

Wen Li remained unfazed, "He evenly gets angry at everyone."

After a pause, he looked at Jin Shilin, "Including you, cousin."

Not having seen him for a while, this cousin was just as articulate as ever.

The problem was, faced with these conversations that transcended common sense, he couldn’t think of anything to say and felt somewhat out of place.

At this moment, Jin Shilin hadn’t realized that when he wanted to fit in, he was already being influenced by this group.

"Cousin, Miaomiao will help you."

Just as Jin Shilin was at a loss for words, Tuanzi patted him with her arm and happily teased Wen Li.

"Didn’t you always know Gu Li liked pink? So why didn’t you buy pink slippers and aprons before, and only today you bought them?"

Gu Zhuo added, "He must have bought them a long time ago, just chose today to bring them out, something’s fishy!"

Jin Shilin, with a wooden expression, found it strange that these people were so engrossed in discussing the topic of ’pink slippers and aprons.’

Is it worth spending time on such a boring conversation topic?

He found it dull, but Tuanzi and Gu Zhuo took the chance to denounce Wen Li, believing that this pale-faced, scheming cousin had issues and must be brewing a huge conspiracy.

"A huge conspiracy?" Jin Shilin couldn’t help but cut in, "Forgive my straightforwardness, but slippers and aprons are hard to associate with a conspiracy, right?"

"Oh, cousin, you don’t understand."

The little girl shook her head with the wisdom of an old sage.

"Anything related to Wen Li has to be treated seriously, or one day, if you’re not careful, it might become material in his writing."

She widened her eyes and, in a childish voice, scared Jin Shilin, "Do you want to play a villain in his novel? Or a petty thief?"

Jin Shilin considered himself far from anyone ’villainous’ or ’petty.’

But then, he glanced at Wen Li, who still had a smile on his face, and a chill ran down his spine.

His cousin, with a sharp tongue since childhood, could indeed be quite frightening at times.

"Then perhaps I should be cautious," he reluctantly echoed Tuanzi and Gu Zhuo.

The little girl and Gu Zhuo high-fived.

"Alright, pulled someone else to our side."

With more people, Wen Li, as everyone wished, revealed his plan.

"Indeed, I prepared it a long time ago, but usually when he visits, there are too few people around, so I chose a time when everyone was here to give it to him."

He even tried moral coercion, "Oh, cousin hasn’t seen us for so long that he might feel unfamiliar. I thought this way could help everyone get familiar quickly. If he gets mad, it’s all cousin’s fault."

Jin Shilin: "..." A thousand words rolled off his tongue, only to be swallowed back.

He’s a civilized person, doesn’t curse, and hasn’t learned the roundabout ways to insult.

Seeing him losing the upper hand, Tuanzi quickly helped, pointing fingers, "Wen Li, you’re so bad, wanting to see Gu Li and the new cousin make fools of themselves, I despise you."

She glanced over, but after a few seconds, her eyes hurt, and she quickly lowered her head to munch on watermelon, crunch, crunch.

With a ’swish,’ the kitchen door opened, revealing a face as black as charcoal. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

The young writer could barely maintain his smile.

"So you’ve been eavesdropping!"

He clearly heard the sound of chopping vegetables. Now it seemed this cousin deliberately made such sounds to make him let his guard down.

Has he become this shrewd after so many tricks?

The writer, with a mind as cunning as eight hundred foxes, stood up, "I’m off to get the packages; lots have arrived."

Tuanzi looked left and right, her expression incredibly rich.

"Gu Li, if you just say the word, Miaomiao will help you!"

[Ancient Martial System: Aren’t you teasing him too?]

Gu Li, being proud, would never usually say the word ’help.’ Even if he helped others, he would do it secretively, contradicting himself.

The host had long seen through this, and saying it like this now, isn’t it just as mischievous as Wen Li?

The system refused to admit the host’s true nature like this, thinking that it must be that Gu Chi, Wen Li, and Ji Zhangzhuo had led the host astray. Having many family members sometimes allowed them to care for the host, but sometimes, the influence was multiplied.

How could Gu Li let his sister help? He had always aimed to create a brave and invincible image. In this aspect, he was especially like Gu Che.

The difference was, Gu Che didn’t get angry as easily, and when he found no use for reservations, he was willing to be honest.

The stubborn Gu Li, clutching a knife and cutting board, caught up and successfully stopped Wen Li, who was about to rush out the door, and brought him back into the kitchen.

"Behave and cook!"

He pushed him in, tossed the knife and cutting board, and closed the door.

"You can’t come out until you’re done!"

Jin Shilin held his forehead. These cousins were nothing but a bunch of childish fools.

His peripheral vision caught Tuanzi switching to another piece of melon to munch on, and he thought these cousins weren’t as reliable as a little child. At least this child had good knife skills, could eat melon on her own, and did it quite cleanly. Even missing a few teeth didn’t affect her performance.

This cultured and shrewd man thought that was the end, only to find out at dinner that it was just the beginning.

What to put in the hot pot was up to anyone, but when the contents were cooked, that was just the start of the battle.

All he saw on the table was red oil and chopsticks flying, with the thirty-six stratagems being used one after another.

This was just a few of them, and Jin Shilin didn’t dare imagine what it would be like when his cousin’s fellow apprentices came to join for a meal.

Ah, it was probably not much different from when his cousin and the others were eating barbecue before; they’d start eating, then fight, and after fighting, make up to sit down for more food and drinks.

"Cousin, what are you daydreaming about?"

A small head leaned in, with big watery eyes curiously staring at him.

"Couldn’t you get enough food? Miaomiao will help you grab some!"

Without waiting for Jin Shilin to refuse, Tuanzi stood up, waved her little arms, and quickly snatched a good amount of food to place in Jin Shilin’s bowl.

She proudly lifted her chin, "With Miaomiao here, I’ll make sure you eat your fill!"