My Brothers Are Geniuses While I’m The Useless One

"I'm the eldest brother. Third brother, do you know how to respect the elderly and love the young? Let me go first." Weng Yuanming said with a puff of beard and eyes wide open.

"Brother, you said respect the old and love the young. Since I am the third child, of course I should come first." Zeng Ning'an argued.

"What are you talking about? Do you still have me as your big brother in your eyes?" Weng Yuanming scolded angrily.

"Shouldn't the older one give way to the younger ones? Why are you still bullying others?" Zeng Ning'an was still in awe of this elder brother. He shrank his neck, but still said unconvinced, holding the porridge tightly with his hands. The pot refused to let go.

"Eldest brother and third brother, please stop arguing. After all, we are also strong men in the realm of emperors and saints, and we are sworn brothers. How can we ruin the harmony by sharing a pot of porridge. Otherwise, we can find a way to share it." Yao asked. Shan said persuadingly.

"How to divide?" Weng Yuanming and Zeng Ning'an asked in unison.

"Let's see. Anyway, one of you is old and the other is young. You can't tell the difference between respecting the old and loving the young. You might as well let me go first." Yao Wenshan said with a face.

"You...shameless!" Weng Yuanming and Weng Yuanming raised their feet at the same time, almost kicking Yao Wenshan away.

Next to them, Gu Fenghua and others were in confusion and were completely dumbfounded.

As for that, for a mere piece of rice porridge, the three sages Moyun, who were once murderous and ruthless, and now the three founders of the Burning Sky Sect, actually fought so fiercely?

Especially that Yao Wenshan, let alone the dignity of the Emperor Saint and the strong man, and even the brotherhood of hundreds of thousands of years, he actually said such shameless words.

Seeing the three elders, especially Yao Wenshan, who had almost beaten their heads to pieces because of their rebellion over the half-pot rice porridge brothers, Gu Fenghua and others rolled their eyes and secretly despised them.

"Oh, they are so pitiful. They have probably never had anything decent to eat in such a long life." It was Luo Enen who said something very philosophical.

Think about it, if they had eaten something decent, how could the three of them fight so much over a little rice porridge, not even giving up the brotherhood?

As a senior foodie, Luo Enen can better understand the mood of Weng Yuanming and others at this time. Thinking back to when she tasted Fatty Bai's cooking skills for the first time, she was just as excited and unsatisfied. If anyone tried to compete with her, she would dare to pounce on him and take a bite.

"Elders, please stop grabbing it now. There's still enough porridge left for you to share." Fatty Bai stepped forward to persuade with both sympathy and worry.

It doesn't matter if a few people are beaten to their heads and bleeding, but it won't be worth it if the porridge pot is broken. This pot was brought from Tianji Continent, and it contained too many memories and longings for him.

As he spoke, Fatty Bai opened the lid of the pot.

Weng Yuanming and others looked over and saw that, although there was not much rice porridge left, it was enough for each of them to share a bowl. So they stopped fighting and each took a bowl.

As expected of a third- and fourth-grade Emperor Saint, the porridge was filled just flush with the rim of the bowl, not wasting any space, but not even a drop of it spilled. In other words, no one suffers the slightest loss or takes any advantage.

Seeing this scene, Gu Fenghua secretly wiped his hands with cold sweat. In order to serve this bowl of rice porridge, several elders probably used their imperial saint realm cultivation to the extreme.

Gu Fenghua looked at the porridge pot and quietly glanced at Fatty Bai. Fatty Bai understood and hurriedly carried the porridge pot to the kitchen. The remaining rice porridge was indeed just enough for three people, but there were still some rice grains stuck to the edge of the wall. They couldn't let them see it, otherwise they would probably have to fight hard and end up with a bloody fight.

Fortunately, Weng Yuanming and others were all focused on the small bowl of rice porridge and did not notice Fatty Bai's little movements.