The "Responsible" One

"Hey, sister, did you move my stuff around? I can't seem to find the lunch I prepared last night, or the sweets I had stowed away. I can't even find the peaches I spent all last week preparing!"

Shifting guiltily, Wang Ming Liang let out a thin smile and said, "Ah, Little Cheng. No… Sister… it seems like I wasn't paying much attention and accidentally might have served it up to a guest."

Frowning, Wang Ming Cheng couldn't help but stare at her sister with an odd expression, "Wang Ming Liang… Did water leak into your brain? What are you talking about? Even if you accidentally gave away one thing, how could you have sold the sweets as well? You know very well that I special order them from Little Mang every year. And if that isn't bad enough, how did you lose the Old Sh*t's food as well? What's going on?"