Zhao Chun smiled, "Shuyan."
"It's Yanyan."
Zhao Chun called out, "Yanyan."
"It's Little Yan."
Zhao Chun rubbed his nose and, using the tone you'd use to coax a three-year-old, said, "Little Yan, why aren't you eating? If you don't eat, you won't grow tall~."
"Seeing you makes me lose my appetite," the little guy replied sullenly.
"Why though?" Zhao Chun looked like he'd been struck by lightning, deeply hurt. "Is Uncle really that ugly? Am I so disappointing that you can't eat anymore?" But even when you're angry, you're still so adorable, little buddy.
"No, it's because you're so- ano-ying-!" The little guy's soft yet defiant voice came through.
Zhao Chun glumly set down his chopsticks.
"You're Chun Zisu, not Chun Tuanzi," the little guy continued to accuse.
"Son," Tian Sangsang patted his head and corrected him, "You got it wrong; he's Yuan Zi, not Tuan Zi."
Right. That twin is called Zhao Yuan. Meng Shuyan looked a little awkward, "Uh, it's Yuan Zisu!"
