Kung Fu Baby with 17 Doting Brothers-Chapter 266: Birthday Banquet

Tuanzi rushed into the room, only managing to snatch part of the radish and pork rib soup.

Gu Yunmu had already poured most of it into another bowl, savoring it with chopsticks.

Tuanzi clutched the thermos warily, glaring at him intensely.

"It’s really tasty," Gu Yunmu seemed oblivious to her anger, "Miaomiao, try it while it’s hot, it’s delicious."

Gu Chi handed over a spoon, thought for a moment, and added a pair of chopsticks.

Tuanzi took the spoon and scooped a spoonful, "Delicious!"

A thousand words were distilled into two.

"See, anything I find delicious must be really good," Gu Yunmu said proudly.

Gu Chi looked at him speechlessly, then at his sister, who had turned into an angry little Tuanzi. It seemed like he saw a fluffy white round bird fluffing up its feathers, ready to peck at someone.

He chuckled, "Miaomiao, do you know what ’using someone else’s knife to kill’ means?"

"Huh?"

Gu Chi explained once and then glanced meaningfully towards the living room.

Tuanzi looked around, nodding repeatedly.

Gu Yunmu, who was drinking the soup: "...Suddenly feels so cold."

Tuanzi quickly finished the soup, asked Gu Chi for help reheating soup dumplings, got off the chair, and dashed off to find Gu Qize.

It’s never wrong to report mistakes to Qize when Yun Mu messes up!

Talking a mile a minute, Tuanzi even reenacted the scenario with gestures.

Gu Qize’s face went dark immediately, standing up and heading towards the dining room.

Tuanzi followed, hands behind her back, with a smile on her lips.

Gu Mo was explaining some astronomy knowledge to Gu Wangchao, and was stunned by the scene in the corner of his eye.

"What happened?" Gu Wangchao followed his gaze but only saw a slightly rounded back.

"What’s up with Miaomiao?"

This young singer observed for a while. It seemed his sister enjoyed walking with her hands behind her back, and though it looked old-fashioned, it actually had a kind of cute vibe.

"Just a moment ago, Miaomiao really looked like Little Chi, especially the smile."

Gu Wangchao blurted out, "Is Miaomiao plotting against someone?"

Gu Mo quietly turned his head, glanced at him, "Little Chi didn’t plot against anyone."

Gu Wangchao: "...Bro, you should take off your glasses."

The young professor adjusted his glasses, "If I take them off, I can’t see clearly."

Gu Wangchao stayed silent; he was referring to the metaphorical rose-colored glasses.

Gu Yunmu, who was about to sneak a soup dumpling, got scolded.

Defiantly, he shouted, "What belongs to my sister is mine, and what’s mine is my sister’s!"

"Didn’t you have breakfast on the way here?"

Gu Yunmu sheepishly turned his head, quickly turning back with justification, "Someone else’s food always tastes better; what’s snatched tastes the best."

Gu Qize took a deep breath, reminding himself to stay calm; his annoying brother has always been like this.

No, he couldn’t stay calm. Why did he always get so angry whenever his annoying brother opened his mouth?

He raised his fist, ready to give him a ’loving punch’.

Gu Yunmu dodged, holding his head.

"Bro, mind your image. You’re supposed to be a CEO, not a brute! You don’t have many fans to begin with. If you resort to brute force, even the last bit of fans will disappear!"

Gu Qize tugged at the corner of his lips; he couldn’t comprehend what his brother was saying. Was this a generation gap?

Though he wasn’t hit, Gu Yunmu still screamed, eager to attract everyone’s attention.

While dodging, he was surprised to find people enjoying the spectacle.

Viewer number one, Gu Chi, smiled contentedly, taking out his phone to record. Viewer number two, Gu Miaomiao, laughed so heartily her eyes vanished, clapping her little paws together with force.

"Wow, you guys are too much. My heart is about to break."

Tuanzi remained unmoved.

"Your heart is always breaking, so it doesn’t matter anymore."

Gu Yunmu: o(╥﹏╥)o

Gu Rui and Gu Zheng’s spouses were both good cooks, but Mu Xue and Hua Wenyi knew the last time these brothers gathered together was during last year’s New Year, so they ushered the two men out to have some tea and a chat.

Gu Rui and Gu Zheng had to leave the kitchen.

Soon after, Gu Cheng and Gu Wangchao came in.

"We’re here to help too."

Among all the younger ones, Gu Cheng and Gu Wangchao were the best cooks, followed by Gu Chi, while the others were still learning, and Pei Hai could never master it.

"No need, you kids go play too."

The two aunts shooed them out again.

The two, treated like children, were: "..."

They could only go watch as Gu Qize dealt with the annoying younger brother.

The younger ones played together while the three elders sat and had tea.

The tea was brought by the now-retired Gu Rui.

"Do you like it?" Gu Rui, always genial, looked at his youngest brother with a smile, "Bought randomly from the supermarket, nothing fancy."

Gu Yu, expressionless, said, "I’m not picky."

Gu Rui squinted his eyes, smiling, "Not putting on airs in front of your brothers is good, but why do you always put on airs in front of your son?"

In their interactions, sometimes it felt like a relationship between a superior and subordinate, other times like a puppeteer and puppet.

Gu Yu wouldn’t put on a face for his two brothers.

Hearing the commotion outside, especially his youngest son’s loud voice, he grumbled, "Look at him like this, how can I put on airs? He’s been unruly for a while now, wanting to be an esports player, starting a game company, but refusing to work in the family business."

Gu Rui blew his tea, saying meaningfully, "It’s another form of protest."

The third brother, Gu Zheng, more reticent, quietly listened for a while before voicing his opinion.

"Qize has changed a bit; he seems more relaxed."

They were seasoned folks who had weathered many storms and seen many people. They noticed that Gu Qize was like a tightly drawn bowstring. While the right amount of pressure could be motivating, a string that’s always taut is bound to snap.

Only, after their mother passed away, their youngest brother’s personality changed too much. There were several quarrels between father and son, leading to his refusal to return to Jiang City.

If things were that way between father and son, there was even less they could say between brothers.

"Heh," mentioning this matter made Gu Yu’s feelings complex, pressing his brow, "Miaomiao’s also getting rowdy with Yun Mu, and it’s influencing Qize..."

The latter part vanished under Gu Rui’s meaningful gaze.

Even Gu Yu himself wasn’t sure if his eldest son’s change was for the better or worse. Recently, Gu Yunmu and Gu Miaomiao always found reasons to make Gu Qize slack off, even protest against him. The previously obedient eldest son was gradually breaking free, expressing his opinions, even defying him openly.

To say he wasn’t annoyed would be a lie, but one had to admit that Gu Qize was finally showing some personality.

Gu Rui lowered his eyes, then looked up with a smile, "Then let things take their course. The children will have their own blessings, won’t they?" 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Not controlling his son was quite challenging for Gu Yu. He neither agreed nor disagreed.

It was soon lunchtime, with a variety of delicious dishes filling the table. However, Gu Peihai, who said he would return, still hadn’t come back.

Tuanzi wiped at nonexistent drool at the corner of her mouth.

"Sigh, he’s missing out."

Gu Chi suggested, "We could take pictures, so at least he can feast with his eyes."

"Great idea, great idea!" Tuanzi clapped excitedly.

Gu Chi added, "Qize has been interested in photography lately, how about you take the photos?"

"Sure, sure!" Tuanzi looked over expectantly.

Gu Qize confusedly started taking photos and sent them to Gu Peihai.

[Gu Peihai: ...]

Gu Qize belatedly realized something was off, looking around and seeing Gu Chi’s flawless smile, while his sister grinned like a honey-stealing little bear.