In the anticipation of the entire family, especially under the radiant eyes of Ou Qihang, Lin Le still circled around the baby and accepted the feeding...

Ou Ze and Ye Yinxin smiled at each other with contentment, the two children getting along so harmoniously.

Ou Qihang fed carefully, initially with some trembling. After all, even though he was good at his studies and intelligent, it was his first time feeding a child. Moreover, Xiao Le's mouth was so small and the spoon was not very big. He could only feed a little at a time, so Xiao Le must have been very impatient to eat.

Lin Le watched as Qihang fed him bite by bite, not even eating himself. He felt a small wave of emotion in his heart.

"You should eat too."

Ou Qihang furrowed his eyebrows slightly, "You should call me brother."

Lin Le pouted, "Shh... Don't talk while eating."

"It was you who spoke first."

Lin Le pouted again.

When a person becomes smaller, logically speaking, their brain capacity should not change. So why does it feel like I can't compete with him at all?

Lin Le touched his own head, wanting to measure the size of his brain. He found that it was very small, not much bigger than his hand. But it doesn't matter, his soul is twenty-one years old, and no matter what, he can still dominate in many aspects...

"Be a good girl and eat your food."

Lin Le watched as Ou Qihang tried so hard to be a good older brother. He could only sigh in his heart and decide to finish this meal first before saying anything.

Actually, this is what Ou Qihang thought in his heart.

Because I was too clever, I had no friends and felt very lonely. I longed for companionship deep within. Suddenly, I had a little brother, who became my very own plaything.

A toy that moves, speaks, and calls itself "big brother"...

Ou Qihang's heart was already surging. He vaguely felt that if he were to boast about it, many people would be jealous of him.

He had always envied children who had many friends, but those children didn't want to play with him. His proud nature made him disdain to pay them any attention. Now that he had a younger brother, who would call him "big brother", it meant that he had a living, interactive companion.

Friends may have fights and arguments, but younger siblings definitely won't.

Lin Le was fed a small bowl of rice and vegetables, and also drank a bowl of soup. He felt slightly full. Ou Qihang wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, being a caring older brother.

Setting aside other things, one thing is for sure, the meals from now on will be enjoyable.

Lin Le felt that ever since he was reborn after dying, it seemed that his luck had improved. Ye Yin and Ou Ze were good people, although they hadn't interacted much yet. But a person's eyes cannot deceive, and when they looked at him, it was the same as the gaze of an elderly person. Of course, excluding Ou Qi Hang's gaze.

Ou Qihang's expression was incomprehensible to Lin Le. This child was too serious, with a focused gaze and a hint of scrutiny, which even made this twenty-one-year-old young man feel overwhelmed. Perhaps children are more straightforward and don't know how to hide their thoughts. If Lin Le were truly five years old, it wouldn't matter, and he wouldn't care about Ou Qihang's gaze. But he couldn't help it.

For example, right now, after he finished eating, he was ready to get down from that darned baby chair. There was no other way, he could only reach out and ask Ou Ze to pick him up. But what are you, Ou Qi Hang, staring at me so eagerly for? You're only twelve, aren't you?

"Have a good meal," Lin Le couldn't help but say to him.

Ou Qihang said seriously, "I am not your brother."

"...things can't get any better," she also said, "Brother, please eat well."

"Baby is so well-behaved, ate a lot today," Ou Qihang asked Ye Yin, "Mommy, since baby is so skinny, should we give him some milk before bed at night? Goat's milk?"

Lin Le held onto Ou Ze's collar and shook her head. This little one doesn't want to drink goat's milk!

I am the Little Theater.

Xiao Le: Baby doesn't want to drink goat's milk.

Setting Sail: But our mother stopped producing milk a long time ago, otherwise you could have been breastfed.

Xiao Le: (｡•ˇ‸ˇ•｡) People without milk have no right to speak!

Setting Sail: Here, let big brother feed you.

Xiao Le: Shut up!