Bean Sprouts and Green Tea
"Yes Uncle," Jingwei said meekly, staring down at his own bean sprouts. As the minutes ticked on, one couldn't help notice how much better Wei Yan was at preparing his bean sprouts. For every one bowl that Jingwei was done with, Wei Yan had two bowls prepared.
"Were you a bean sprout farmer in your past life? How are you so good at this?" Jingwei asked grouchily, glaring at him from the corner of his eyes. He couldn't stifle a yawn as he absentmindedly swirled his hand in the water.
How was this his life now?
His sprouts weren't cooperating at all, and Uncle had crept behind him and let out several judgemental noises more than once.
It made him so irritable that he smacked his hands into the bowl of water, causing water to splash on him. To make matters worse, this caused his sprouts to splash out from the bowl, causing Uncle to give him a disapproving look and scold him for wasting water and ruining the bean sprouts.