The Landlord’s Idiot Son

Ou Ming's stomach started to hurt and called out, "Yu, I'm hungry."

Yu Lili looked up and glanced at Ou Ming. She quickly looked back down and replied offhandedly, "Then eat. No one's preventing you from eating."

"Feed me." The tone was clear, and the words were straightforward. It didn't sound any different from other days.

Now, the situation was different. Anyone listening couldn't help but detect the hint of a childish tantrum.

"Shen Zhilie will feed you," Yu Lili said while continuing to eat.

When Shen Zhilie heard his name, he straightened his back and announced bravely, "I'll feed you!"

Ou Ming was unwilling, but he had to consider the situation he was in. "Are you intending to feed me to death?"

"Killing a person is a crime, Good Sir! Even if I wanted to kill you, I'd find a cleaner method!" Shen Zhilie rolled his eyes at Ou Ming. "So, are you going to eat or aren't you?"

"I want some soup," Ou Ming said.