Tang Si paused slightly with the barbecue in his hand.
Song Yi was holding a skewer, just about to eat.
We stood at the doorway, watching them, they both froze, all four of us motionless.
One second, two seconds—
Song Yi stuffed the barbecue into Tang Si's mouth: "I already said I can't eat these, don't you understand? You insist on buying them, making me crave them, so you eat them yourself."
"Cough, cough, cough..." Tang Si was choked by the sudden action.
Song Yi immediately went to pat his back: "Are you okay?"
Tang Si waved his hand: "You're getting more skilled at dodging responsibility."
"..."
Father Song and Song's mother glared at Song Yi.
Song Yi chuckled and shrugged: "Really didn't eat, it's because he didn't have dinner after getting off work, so I bought these."
"Come, Tang Si, come here, let mom talk to you." Song Yi's mother pulled Tang Si to sit on the sofa.
Tang Si could only smile and follow, sitting opposite, obediently accepting the lecture.
