Si Chengyou was suddenly taken aback when he heard what Shen Yichen said, but his expression barely changed, his whole face still looking much the same as before.
He nodded slightly to Shen Yichen with a faint smile, "I always feel I benefit a lot from being with Brother Shen."
Hearing this, Shen Yichen knew what Si Chengyou meant and said no more. It's not easy for someone so young to get to this position. It's only natural to have things on one's mind, and Shen Yichen now felt he had spoken too rashly just now.
Although Si Chengyou was also younger than him, he was after all different from his own brothers at home, and there was no need for him to worry about Si Chengyou.
Although he had only talked with Si Chengyou twice, just these two brief meetings were enough for Shen Yichen to know what kind of person his brother San's superior was.
Si Chengyou had his own views and knew what he should do, and was also willing to accept the price that needed to be paid for it.
Seeing Shen Yue and the others walking over, Shen Yichen waved to them and said to Si Chengyou, "The timing is just right. We've prepared some dishes at home. If Mr. Si doesn't despise us, please stay for dinner."
Si Chengyou's gaze fell on the two sisters walking over against the setting sun. He nodded, "Then I'll impose on you."
What kind of person Shen Hui was, he had to observe further, and Shen Yue too. From what he could see so far, Shen Yue was the person closest to Shen Hui.
While Si Chengyou was thinking about Shen Yue, Shen Yue had come up to him and simply said, "Brother Si, will you drink the tea I made today?"
With just this one sentence, painful memories flooded Si Chengyou's mind, and he struggled not to lose composure. He looked at Shen Yue, then Shen Hui, and with great difficulty squeezed out a "Mm."
Shen Yue smiled. "That's great. I thought Brother Si was joking with me yesterday."
Shen Yichen keenly sensed something off about Shen Yue's words but didn't know exactly what. He could only secretly message the butler to ask if Shen Yue had angered her teacher at school again.
At the dinner table, everyone had a bowl of soup in front of them, only Si Chengyou had a cup of tea, the tea Shen Yue had just brewed.
Oblivious to the seriousness of the problem, Shen Yichen even bragged about his sister, "Shen Yue does make pretty good tea, no wonder she wants to show off."
As Shen Yichen spoke, he asked Shen Yue if she could make him a cup too.
So Shen Yue brought over another cup and poured some for Shen Yichen. He took it, blew on it twice, and took a sip.
Sitting next to them, Shen Shuangyi was unhappy. He pushed his empty bowl forward towards Shen Yue, hinting for her attention, "Does your second brother not deserve to drink the tea you made?"
Shen Yue looked at Shen Shuangyi's bowl and asked him to confirm, "My immortal second brother will drink from a bowl?"
Shen Shuangyi arrogantly raised his head. "Pour it!"
Shen Yue poured half a bowl. Shen Shuangyi grabbed it and took a gulp, burning himself and eliciting a snicker from Shen Wu.
Seeing this, Shen Jize raised his hand from across the table to Shen Yue, "Sister, sister, I want some too."
So Shen Yue poured a cup for her fourth brother as well.
Shen Shuangchen coughed twice, just about to say something, when the chef came and served him medicinal food, successfully blocking his words.
Upholding the principle of self-reliance, Shen Wu happily poured himself a cup of tea, not standing on ceremony at all.
Shen Hui stayed silent, only waiting until Shen Wu had happily finished pouring himself tea before adeptly snatching the cup full of sisterly love and the fruit of Shen Wu's labor from Shen Wu's hand.
Shen Wu was never known for letting things go. Before anyone could react the next instant, he had whipped out a knife he carried with him and pointed it at Shen Hui, "Give it back!"
Shen Hui chuckled lightly. Not only did she not give the tea back to Shen Wu, she even brazenly took a sip. "Not bad."
Shen Wu's knife lashed out swiftly and ruthlessly, only to be stopped by Shen Yue calling out, "Fifth brother, stop throwing a tantrum!"
Shen Wu instantly calmed down. Sensing his eldest brother's deadly stare, he suddenly realized he would have to write another self-criticism today. At this life-or-death moment, he remembered Shen Yue's usual method of handling things.
Shen Wu put away his knife and emotionlessly said to Shen Yichen, "Brother, look at what she did."
Shen Yichen had been about to reprimand Shen Wu, but this accusation forced him to change direction and turn on Shen Hui instead. "Shen Hui, why did you take your brother's things?"
Shen Hui answered matter-of-factly, "I hate him. Taking his things makes me happy."
Shen Wu looked coldly at Shen Hui, his manner ominous.
But Shen Yichen stayed calm and spoke directly. "Shen Hui, apologize and give it back to your fifth brother, or else you can't sleep with Shen Yue tonight."
The previously indifferent Shen Yue was stunned.
Hearing this, Shen Hui's expression changed. She actually gave the teacup back to Shen Wu and obediently apologized.
Shen Shuangyi hugged his big bowl of tea, watching the lively scene while giggling away until Shen Yichen glared at him.
Thanks to his special forces training, Shen Shuangchen took the chance while everyone was distracted to stealthily take a sip of Shen Shuangyi's tea. He looked very satisfied after drinking it.
Only Si Chengyou noticed Shen Shuangchen's little move. At this point, even more than Shen Hui, what surprised Si Chengyou was actually the Shen family's sense of taste.
That is to say, was it possible, just possibly, that the Shen family's sense of taste for tea was innately abnormal, that they had to find it undrinkably bitter in order to find it tasty?
Now, Si Chengyou found himself in an extremely awkward situation again, as everyone else had drunk Shen Yue's tea except him.
Just then Shen Yue happened to look over at him. Si Chengyou raised the teacup to his lips, about to pretend to drink, when he suddenly caught an appropriately delicious and extremely familiar scent of tea.
Incredulous, because he was too shocked, Si Chengyou had originally only meant to pretend, but now he actually tasted it properly.
It wasn't bitter at all. Not only was it not bitter, but the inherent fragrance of the tea had been brought out to the extreme.
This taste was exactly the same as the tea his sister made.
Si Chengyou looked up at Shen Yue. Shen Yue smiled at him. Though only 15 years old, her exquisite face already revealed traces of the dazzling beauty she would possess in the future.
At that moment, Si Chengyou understood who was at the heart of the Shen family.
It wasn't Shen Yichen, who held great power as the head of the Shen family.
It was this girl who looked perfectly harmless.
Shen Yue.
