When Xiaotao arrived at the kitchen, Lin Su had already finished his bowl of noodles, leaving three large bowls for Xiaotao, the second son, and Yulou. He was still kneading dough on the cutting board, sleeves rolled up, while Xiaoyao, holding her empty bowl, was licking the broth from it.
“Third Young Master, why…why are you still doing these lowly tasks? Madam said you're not allowed in the kitchen anymore…Xiaoyao, stop licking! How dare you eat while the young master does all the work?”
Xiaoyao was startled and quickly put down her bowl.
Here, we must address Xiaoyao's place in the family.
In Lin Su's eyes, Xiaoyao was a younger sister.
In Xiaoyao's eyes, Lin Su was a older brother.
But in other people's eyes, there still had to be a hierarchy. From the moment Xiao Tao met Xiao Ya
