Si Lisao's expression was more than just unpleasant. This man, who seemed never to have descended to the mortal realm, was holding a kitchen knife, standing there awkwardly. His handsome face was tense, ready to kick Mo Yinhe, who was watching and amused, at any moment. He was staring down at the fresh, lively sea fish in the basin, as if a mountain was weighing down on him.
Si Mingjing couldn't hide the amusement at the corners of her mouth and quickly walked over to rescue her brother.
She took the knife from Si Lisao, gave Mo Yinhe a glare for laughing, and handed the knife back to him, saying, "Stop messing around, quickly kill the fish. Ye Siyuan is asleep, and when she wakes up, she can have fish soup."
Mo Yinhe, already having teased Si Lisao, was in a good mood and didn't mind, taking the knife and swiftly started to kill the fish.
Si Lisao went upstairs with a cold face, looking rather embarrassed.
