Part 2My Adopted Brother is a Billionaire's Son

After beating me, she boiled hot water and let the boy take a bath.

When he came out clean and sat at our dining table, I finally saw his face clearly.

Who would have thought, Big Yellow, a country dog, gave birth to such a stylish person!

His features looked like they were painted; extremely good-looking.

Compared to him, Jenny's brother looked like a scribble.

He didn't look at me, staring unblinkingly at the bowl of rice on the table—

Rice mixed with meat broth, topped with several pieces of soft stewed ribs.

So I pushed the bowl generously in front of him:

"Brother, eat! Don't be shy!"

As if he finally couldn't hold back, he picked up the bowl, eating in small bites at first.

Then he started wolfing it down, gasping from the heat but not stopping.

Just then, my mom came out of the kitchen with two bowls of rib noodles.

Seeing this scene, her face turned black as the bottom of a pot.