Moreover, these two brothers refuse to let Yan Zhengya call them by their names, insisting that he use their Daoist titles.
"I'm coming, it's time to eat. I'll go, you come too, I'll just watch the water." Yan Zhengya called to his elder brother. After saying this, he froze for a moment, wondering why he felt so silly at that moment.
I came over, grabbed the meat pie, and turned to look at his younger brother, "Bro, has the water boiled yet?"
"It has, I'll pour it for you right away." I went to fetch the kettle and carried over two cups.
Yan Zhengya ate the pie and drank the water numbly, internally refusing to interact with these troublesome kids, not thinking that he hadn't noticed them secretly smirking every time he called them by their Daoist titles.
