Liang Yuening, throughout the entire day today, acted crazy and dumb, feigning weakness to the enemy, and even unabashedly singing his own praises.

But there was one thing he didn’t say wrong.

A childlike heart.

No matter how he changes, no matter if he’s gained intelligence or not, whether he has any hidden motives or not, when he’s at home, in front of his wife master, facing his brothers, he always has a childlike heart, never forgetting his original intent.

He’s always been the same him, in front of his family, always the clumsy and almost foolish Liang Yuening, not the renowned Ghost Artisan Ah Wu of Dayuan, and certainly not the deep schemer pretending otherwise.

...

"Look, I brought you some goodies."

Dong Huiying waved at Yuening, then raised the cloth bag in her hand.

Liang Yuening looked clueless, his nose twitching as he took a big sniff, and then his eyes lit up instantly.

"There’s something delicious!"

This wasn’t a question; it was a statement.

Then he acted all hasty, seemingly wanting to open the bag right away, but then he restrained himself.

"Ahem ahem!"

He straightened his back, assuming a very serious demeanor.

Image, oh, image!

It’s said that women dress for those they like, but actually, the same goes for men.

In front of the ones they love, they unconsciously care about their image, considering whether they are dressed decently, some even intentionally act cool to attract the girl they adore—in the end, just like a peacock showing its feathers, wanting to present the best side of themselves.

Seeing him eager to eat yet stubbornly pretending otherwise, mimicking Second Brother Shuyu with an indifferent expression, which really didn’t suit him and instead was quite laughable.

Thus, Dong Huiying once again let out a ’pfft’ laugh.

"Here, go ahead and eat."

She handed the bag to Liang Yuening.

Yuening opened it and looked inside, then couldn’t help but open his mouth in an "ahh," and then made a slurping sound, as if sucking back the drool that almost escaped.

Yuening awkwardly scratched the back of his head, then stared at the things inside the bag and grinned like a big child, his smile particularly silly.

"It’s toothpick beef!"

One of his favorite foods.

Then, with a proud little gaze, he looked at the brothers present, took out the fried meat skewered with toothpicks from the bag, and savored it with great delight, even smacking his lips as if intentionally trying to make the others drool.

The Liang brothers: "..."

Liang Xiaowu, good job, just you wait!

Seeing his brothers’ cold and sharp gazes, the carefree Liang Yuening belatedly realized.

Ahem ahem ahem, no showing off, perhaps he went a little overboard?

But on second thought, Liang Yuening genuinely felt a bit pitiful.

"Now, here I am staying, unable to be by my wife’s side anytime, while you all, whenever you want to eat something, the wife master makes it for you, and I can only be envious."

He lowered his gaze, very dejected, but the corner of his eye carefully watched his brothers.

Seeing everyone pause, even Third Brother Shujun, who was making the most noise, had fallen silent.

Liang Yuening then looked pitiful, playing up a really sad expression, and becoming even more pathetic.

But suddenly.

Big brother Zhichen suddenly glanced at Liang Yuening with sharp insight, noticing Fifth Brother sneakily peeking over.

Big brother: "..."

At the same moment, Second Brother Shuyu’s fairy-like sarcasm: "You’ve really gotten smarter."