Huo Yao hailed a cab and went home after leaving the hospital.
Apart from the maid, Huo Xiang was the only one home. He was starting to get used to the idea of sitting around doing nothing.
Huo Yao bought a slice of strawberry cake from the bakery downstairs every day after school, and it was no different today. After entering the apartment, she handed the cake to Huo Xiang.
Huo Xiang glanced at the cake in his hand before he gazed at his baby sister with conflict in his eyes. “Yao, my agent said that I have put on weight recently.”
Huo Yao placed her sling bag on the cabinet. Then she looked at him and said, “You look cuter when you’re chubbier.”
Huo Xiang was at a loss: “?”
What was all this bullshit about looking cuter when fatter?
Despite realizing she had misspoken, Huo Yao did nothing to rectify her words and sat down on the couch. Her phone pinged shortly after, and she pulled it out to check the notification.
It was a text from Old Mr. Pei.
Old Mr Pei: [Do you think there is anything wrong with the dosage for this prescription? (image).]
Huo Yao opened the image to take a look. It was a prescription for common cold. However, she noticed that someone had deliberately added a few more grams of a particular herb.
She pondered for two seconds and replied: [What are the meds for?]
Old Mr. Pei subconsciously stroked his white beard when he saw her reply. Considering what an expert the young lady was with Chinese medicine, it made no sense for her not to know what this was for.
He mulled over his answer before he slowly composed a reply.
Old Mr. Pei: [Meds for cold.]
Old Mr. Pei: [Take a close look at the dosage.]
Huo Xiang took his phone and walked over to sit next to Huo Yao. “Yao, do you like listening to music?”
Huo Yao raised her head to look at Huo Xiang. She composed her reply to Old Mr. Pei as she said with a distracted air, “Oh, occasionally.”
Huo Xiang touched his chin. No wonder his little sister seemed clueless about his job.
He turned on his phone with that thought in mind. He clicked on his song and played it. “What do you think of this one? Like it?”
Huo Xiang seemed worried that she was not paying attention to it, so he turned the volume up to maximum.
Huo Yao’s hand trembled when the music by her ear suddenly went up by many decibels. It surprised her so much that she almost sent out her half-composed text message.
She pressed her forehead and said helplessly, “Brother Xiang, my ears are fine.”
Huo Xiang asked with a yearning in his voice. “Is the song good?”
Huo Yao nodded. “It’s good. Very good.”
She sounded extremely patronizing.
Huo Xiang turned off the music dejectedly when Huo Yao continued to be immersed in her phone. He leaned over and looked at her screen. “Yao, who are you chatting with? You look so serious.”
Huo Yao replied candidly without even looking up. “An old Chinese physician.”
Huo Xiang read a little of their conversation. Since he did not understand anything, he swiftly lost interest and veered his eyes away.
After Huo Yao sent the text, she put her phone down. She raised her head to look at Huo Xiang and asked him in confusion. “Why did you stop playing the music?”
Did she really not know why he stopped!?
Despite Huo Xiang’s depressing thoughts, he did not dare say them out loud. He held his phone and contemplated playing the new song, which he just recorded, for his little sister.
Right then the maid announced loudly. “Dinner’s ready.”
Huo Xiang instantly turned off his phone.
Huo Yao had already stood up. “Brother Xiang, time to eat.”
Her eyes landed on her fourth older brother’s soft curly hair and she could not resist touching it.
It was fine and smooth and felt like soft wool. Huo Yao was delighted with his hair.
But Huo Xiang was at a loss. “?”
