[ His brows pinched sharply, shooting a look at Hanguang-jun and then letting an irritated tsk slip out from between his teeth. ]

You can't just distract me with food, [ He accused in a mutter, but he... still took a loquat anyway. Look, he was hungry. He was always hungry. What do you want from him?

He took a bite with absolutely no manners behind it - chewed, and swallowed, and then looked at Wangji. ]

Have I even had my first month celebration yet? Can you at least tell me that?

Neither he or my Uncle even knew I existed, so you have to remember more than them.