The auntie saw their reaction and knew Zhu Yanyi and the others would not eat her sweet potatoes for free. After thinking for a moment, she weighed the potatoes for them first. Then, she handed another one to Zhu Yanyi.
"Good-hearted girl, I don’t have much, but this sweet potato is for you. Please, do not refuse."
Zhu Yanyi took the sweet potato, smiling brightly. "Thank you, Auntie." She held one potato in each hand, occasionally bringing them to her nose to smell the warmth.
Everyone now held a hot sweet potato, which was perfect for warming their hands. Gu Jingtian looked at the potato in his hand. "It has been so long since I last ate roasted sweet potatoes. This time, we are enjoying the benefits of our little junior sister."
Yu Qingyun sniffed the aroma of the sweet potato and then looked at Zhu Yanyi. "Little junior sister, it felt really good when you scolded that overseas Chinese man just now."
Zhu Yanyi nodded. "It did feel good. I hate people who look good on the outside but are bad on the inside."
As they walked, Zhu Yanyi continued, "Yes, you are an overseas Chinese, and your living conditions are better than most people’s. But that does not mean you are superior. Being a true person is not about that. Even my nine-year-old brother understands this at home. That man was over twenty, yet she did not understand. When she looked down on us Chinese, she was actually looking down on her own ancestors. People who forget their roots must be scolded."
"He certainly deserved it," Qu Zhong said seriously from the side. "Fortunately, little junior sister scolded him. Otherwise, I would have stepped up. Just because he wore Western clothes, did he think his status was higher? His Western suit is not as open-minded as our traditional Tang suit."
"Your comparison is like comparing bandits to emperors," Gu Jingtian said directly. "Our Tang suits contain thousands of years of cultural heritage. How long have those Western suits even existed?"
Zhu Yanyi looked at her senior brothers with great admiration. They were truly her senior brothers. Their sharp tongues were impressive. Comparing Western suits to Tang suits, and bandits to emperors—only they could come up with such metaphors.
"You are all quite old now. Keep your voices down. It is not good if others hear. We are good people; we should not casually criticize others' tastes," Zhu Ziming said slowly from the side.
"Cough, cough." Zhu Yanyi thought this one was even sharper. She was glad the overseas Chinese youth had already left. If she had heard this, she might have spat blood from anger. She wore a suit to show her status as an overseas Chinese, but now it was being dismissed as worthless.
"I discovered today that my senior brothers have such good eloquence," Zhu Yanyi said, looking at her senior brothers with admiration.
"So, little junior sister, following your senior brothers means you will have meat to eat," Dong Bocao said eagerly from the side.
"Hehe." Zhu Yanyi glanced at Dong Bocao. "Among the five senior brothers, aside from the eldest, you are the one I have known the longest. Yet, I have not seen you treat me to meat many times. Instead, I have seen you mooch meat off me several times."
Among the five senior brothers, Gu Jingtian was steady and respected among the brothers. Qu Zhong was reliable and careful in his work. Yu Qingyun was straightforward and direct. Zhu Ziming was silent but meticulous. Dong Bocao was a unique character, somewhat eccentric.
Each of the five senior brothers had their own distinct traits, and they held different places in Zhu Yanyi’s heart. However, in terms of closeness, she felt closest to Dong Bocao. Perhaps it was because whenever she teased her, she never truly got angry.