First, she sliced some chicken meat into strips and stir-fried it with oil to bring out the flavor before adding water. Once the chicken strips were tender, the taste infused into the broth. She then stretched the well-kneaded dough into a long strip, and as the water boiled in the pot, the noodles rolled and were soon ready to be served. Not long after, she blanched some vegetables and boiled two eggs. When the fragrant noodles were served into bowls, a rumbling sound came from behind her. Turning her head, she saw Liang Yuening’s face was gloomy, but his stomach was honest. "Go wash your hands, it’s time to eat." She patted Liang Yuening’s shoulder and then carried the bowls of noodles to the dining table. Liang Haoming took the initiative to help serve the noodles. Watching this scene, Liang Yuening felt a sense of harmony. The two got along so well, but beneath this everyday, warm atmosphere, he felt as though he had no place for himself. She was affable and pleasant to the rest of the family, but only he was the exception. He knew his temperament was not likable, but hadn’t he changed? Could she spare a glance for him, be a little gentle to him too, even if not as tender as she was with Yixuan, not as accommodating as she was with Fourth Brother, or as comfortable as she was around Third Brother? Just a little bit would be enough. He knew she was only one person, and there were many brothers in the family, but he wasn’t greedy. He just longed for fairness and wished... when her attention was occupied by the other brothers, could she also pay a bit more attention to him? Actually, he wasn’t bad, right? She didn’t like his temperament, so he tried to change, tried to control his sharp tongue to not always argue with her or mock her. But was it too late now? He had just come to this realization now. Was it too late? Dong Huiying turned around to see Liang Yuening, standing by the stove with a heavy expression, lips pursed, but his eyes... they looked so aggrieved, as if he had committed unforgivable sins. She was a bit stunned. "What’s wrong?" His face fell in dejection, and then without a word, he washed his hands. After that, he sat opposite her in silence and saw her picking up chopsticks. He hadn’t touched a bite of his own noodles but was smiling and reminding Fourth Brother to be careful of the hot soup. He ate a mouthful of noodles which were indeed delicious, yet his mouth felt so sour, his heart just as sour, so much so that he couldn’t swallow his food. He finished the noodles almost without tasting them. As the daylight faded and darkness fell, he lay on the floor, listening to her breathing from the wooden bed beside him and glanced at Fourth Brother, who was lying properly next to him. Suddenly, he closed his eyes, covered them with the back of his hand, and his lips pressed into a straight line. Liang Yuening tossed and turned, disturbing Fourth Brother’s sleep. Glancing at his younger brother, Haoming’s eyes were full of confusion. Their gazes met sharply, and Liang Yuening pursed his lips before getting up. "Yue Ning?" Fourth Brother’s voice was very soft, as if afraid to wake the deeply sleeping girl in the bed. Liang Yuening paused in his steps. "Need to use the bathroom." After dropping those two words, he hurried towards the door, but when opening it, he was careful to be quiet, trying not to make any unnecessary noise. Once outside, Liang Yuening carefully closed the door again. He did not head to the latrine as he had said but instead sat at the doorway, blankly looking up at the bright stars in the sky. He liked this very much, ever since he was a child. Whenever he felt troubled, he would sneak out alone to watch the stars.