"Woah! Who's there?" I was busy dominating the game while chatting with viewers when I suddenly heard someone say I looked delicious. I whipped around toward the door, but no one was there. Honestly, I freaked out and shouted.
"It's me, Hua Shu. I was scared you'd yell at me if I came in." Miko pushed the door open, holding up the dish she'd brought. She seemed really nervous after my last scolding.
"Got it. You all go ahead. I'll be right there." Truth was, I'd been annoyed by the interruption and my old temper flared—but seeing Miko like that, I couldn't find the words to scold her. I just coldly told her to wait outside. For the first time ever, I couldn't bring myself to yell.
"Well... viewers, that's it for today! Xiao Mu's off to eat—food's fuel, skip a meal and you'll freak out too. Don't forget to eat, everyone!" Honestly, chatting with viewers is fun. It's like those authors who reply to every comment and grin like idiots at their screens. Are they silly? Haha, oops, got sidetracked. Time to eat—man, that sweet and sour pork Miko brought looks so tempting.
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"Yating, Xiao Shan, Miko, good evening! Sorry to keep you waiting." The moment I left my computer, my energy bounced back. Seeing them all here for dinner filled me with joy—my place hadn't been this lively in ages.
"What about me?" Xiao Ling asked, big eyes fixed on me with a teasing smile.
"You? Just eat quietly. Don't cause trouble." Heh, with so many people around, my little sister couldn't pull anything crazy. I teased her back. When she didn't react, I ruffled her hair—payback for earlier. She's so well-behaved now, looking genuinely happy.
"Evening, Xiao Hua—er, Hua Shu. We moved our stuff to your sister's room. She said not to disturb your work." Xiao Shan spoke between bites while Yating politely set down her chopsticks and nodded.
"Stuff? What stuff?" I was confused. Visiting with luggage? Did they bring tons of food? I felt a flicker of excitement.
"Forgot already? My old gloves and some of Yating's clothes."
"Uh, you actually brought them? That's... thanks. How did your families take the explanation? Did they believe you?"
"Totally! My mom nearly fainted when I lifted Dad's dumbbells. Hehehe." Xiao Shan beamed at the memory. Meanwhile, my weak hands get bullied by my sister daily—I even use them to make her happy. Wonder how Xiao Shan would react if she knew. Nah, too embarrassing to admit.
"Ugh... Mom scolded me hard. She thought I'd had surgery! Said breasts are a girl's ultimate weapon. She doesn't get my struggle. Luckily, Dad calmed her down and packed my clothes for me."
Yating's side hadn't gone smoothly, but it ended okay. Phew—if her mom demanded I "return" her chest, what would I do? Heh.
"And you, Miko?"
"Me? I told my parents everything. They said to spend more time with you, Hua Shu. They worry you might... you know, feel down. Come eat at our place sometime."
"Right! Most guys would've broken down or gone numb after a change like this. How are you so fine, Hua Shu?" Yating sipped hot tea, her cheeks flushed as she asked.
"Wait—does that mean you're a high-level gentleman, Xiao Hua?!" Xiao Shan stared at me with sudden awe. Don't think I don't know "gentleman" means pervert here. What even is a "high-level" pervert? Do they have ranks?
"Hey! You're the pervert, Xiao Shan! I'm just resilient. I've faced worse things..." Like losing my parents—this body change is nothing. But I worry about my sister. She's so young—just a year younger—and under so much pressure. No wonder she acted that way earlier. Is it from insecurity? I glanced at Xiao Ling. She was fiercely battling Miko's braised prawns, not a hint of unease on her face. I'll talk to her tonight.
Xiao Shan fell silent, sensing this topic would upset me. She wisely focused on her food. Time for me to eat too! Whoa—sweet and sour pork! My favorite. Miko always knows what I love. I grabbed my milk glass to drink, but Yating suddenly jolted up, snatched it from my hand, and chugged it all.
"Yating, if you wanted milk, just say so. We have plenty. Drinking from my glass is kinda awkward." I frowned at her.
"Phew... glad I remembered today, Hua Shu. Never drink dairy again—no milk, no cheese. My body... nutrients go straight to my chest. Dairy makes it way worse!"
Yating mumbled this, head down, cheeks burning. My heart sank. I'm a foodie too—what do I do if eating makes this bigger?
"What if I eat like before?" I asked cautiously.
"Nothing much. Just gets bigger. I can't stop you anyway. You'll be the one carrying it." Yating gave me that "hopeless student" look. Her words made me pause.
Honestly, big chests on others? Awesome. On me? Well, it's already here. After one day, it's fine—like a chubby guy, but his belly's low and mine's high. Why's Yating so bitter about it?
"Okay, I'll be careful," I promised her. But I kept eating fast. These are my favorite dishes—no one cooks them for me. Xiao Ling barely touches my cooking.
*Ding-dong!*
The doorbell rang. As head of the household, I dropped my chopsticks and hurried to the door. I tried to run, but my feet strained after two steps. I grabbed the intercom: "Who is it?"
"It's me—Miko's dad. You Xiao Shu?"
"Yeah, it's me. I'll open up."
"Didn't recognize your voice. Send Miko down to help carry stuff. She asked me to deliver it."
"Got it. Coming."
*Click.* I hung up. Miko and the others were eating—I didn't want to bother them. I'd go alone. I crouched to change shoes.
"Hua Shu, who was it?"
"Your dad. He brought stuff. I'll help carry it. Which shoes are yours, Miko?" The shoe cabinet held five pairs of girls' shoes—two with high heels. I was lost.
"The tallest heels. Forget it—I'll help you. You'll fumble alone. I'm coming too. Carrying things is tough for you now." Miko walked over, grabbed her knee-high boots from yesterday, zipped them onto my feet, then slipped on her canvas shoes. The other heels weren't hers—probably tired of them.
"No need, you two. Miko and I can handle it. Not that much stuff." Xiao Shan and Yating had stopped eating. I waved them off—embarrassing to need girls' help. I opened the door to leave with Miko, but... Xiao Ling already had her coat on, holding mine out for me. Tch, my sister's so thoughtful.
I took my coat with a smile, pulling it on as I headed out. But the smile vanished fast—my old coat's zipper jammed right over my chest. So awkward. I yanked it open and wore it like a cape instead.
Downstairs, Xiao Ling and Miko held my hands tightly, worried I'd slip in the high heels. Xiao Ling kept urging me to go back—"Miko and I can manage!" Truthfully, I wanted to. Six-centimeter heels are steep, especially on stairs. But as a guy, I had to fake it. How did Miko ever get used to these? Do I need training?
With their help, I made it downstairs without falling. Pretty impressive, huh? Heh, it's only the fourth floor. By the bottom, I could walk steadily. Then I saw Uncle Li standing by three huge boxes. I winced. Good thing Xiao Ling and Miko came—my old self couldn't lift these either.
"Uncle, why so much stuff?" I asked.
"Open it and see. Miko packed it all. I just drove it over."
"Three boxes? You take one, I'll take one, and Miko and Xiao Ling can share the third. Deal?"
"I'm fine. But you? With your body now? Better let the three of you carry one. I'll make another trip." Uncle Li glanced at me, his eyes lingering on my legs. His gaze held quiet apology.
"Uh... yeah. Okay." His words hit me—I couldn't lift heavy things now. Weak hands, shaky legs. Don't cause trouble.
So the three of us carried one box upstairs. Uncle Li rushed ahead. I strained to help Xiao Ling and Miko, but on the third floor, my foot slipped on something. I tipped backward, bracing for pain—and embarrassment. But no pain came. Instead, Xiao Ling gritted her teeth, one hand gripping the box, the other wrapping around my waist.
"I knew this would happen, show-off idiot!"
Ugh. Zero respect from my sister now—even dropped "brother" for "idiot"! I chuckled sheepishly, moving to lift the box again. But Xiao Ling shot me a look and gestured for me to lean on her.
Heh heh. My sister's growing up—finally respecting her brother...
