The eighth prince noticed Zhao Yao's sneaky actions and said with amusement and indulgence, "Tenth brother, what are you doing..." Before he could finish his sentence, he saw Zhao Yao putting a finger to his lips, looking around vigilantly, and whispered, "Eighth brother, lower your voice." After that, he secretly stashed away several pieces of beef.
"Tenth brother..."
"Eighth brother, just pretend you didn't see anything." Zhao Yao put his hands together and bowed slightly to the eighth prince.
The eighth prince reached out and pinched Zhao Yao's chubby cheeks, affectionately teasing, "You little glutton."
"Eighth brother, who knows when we'll have beef again, I have to steal more now so I can enjoy it for a few more meals." Zhao Yao thought he was very clever. His eyes brightened as he suddenly came up with a good idea, then he sweetly called out to the eighth prince in a cutesy, drawn-out tone, "Eighth brother~~~~"
