"Awake?" Yang Chuxia hurriedly put the food box on the table and came over.
"Mom," "Mom," the two kids saw their mother coming and consciously made room for Yang Chuxia.
"Good boys," she patted her sonās head and then said to Ye Ziāan, who wanted to get up, "The injury is on your shoulder, you canāt make big movements."
As she spoke, she brought over the porridge, "You canāt eat greasy food with an injury, you can only drink some light porridge."
"Dad is so pitiful!" Upon hearing that he could only eat porridge, Yangyang sighed. Meat tastes so good, and dad canāt even eat it.
"Mom, can I feed dad?" Lele saw Yang Chuxia blowing on the porridge and asked.
"You better not, you can hardly hold the bowl steady with your small hands, let mom do it."
Ye Ziāan felt quite sentimental, "But itās been many years since I enjoyed the privilege of my wife feeding me." He suddenly remembered that he was fed once when he was getting his leg treated. It felt good, and he just now realized that getting injured might be worth it.
"Take back that thought, getting hurt and talking as if you have a point. I told you to take me with you, and you refusedālook where that got us."
She gave him a displeased look; seeing the smug expression on his face, she knew he wasnāt taking the injury seriously at all; in fact, he seemed quite happy about it.
With his way of thinking, he might even hope to get injured a few more times; Yang Chuxia really got him figured out.
"Wife, it was an accident, a pure accident. Who knew such a mess of people would show up?"
"An accident my foot, that was clearly murder. I donāt care, next time you go somewhere far, youāre taking me with you." After a pause, she added a sentence that almost made Ye Er and the others burst, "My combat skills are much stronger than yours."
"Wife, youāre going to make Ye Er sad with that comment."
"Itās okay, they canāt hear us." Yang Chuxia scooped up a spoonful of porridge and brought it to Ye Ziāanās mouth, "The temperature is just right; I made it! Itās just a shame itās plain porridge with no taste, so you canāt even compliment me."
"..." After eating a few spoonfuls, Ye Ziāan finally said quietly, "Youāre talking to yourself, stealing all my lines."
"Hehe, no worries, thereās also the medicine, you can praise me later for how well I made it."
After a while, Yang Chuxia brought over the medicine that had been kept warm all this time; it had been kept hot using a soup warmer.
"So bitter!"
Upon seeing the dark medicine, Yangyang covered his face.
Lele also looked at Ye Ziāan with a sympathetic face. To Ye Ziāan, it was bittersweet, itās just a bowl of medicine after all.
"The doctor said this medicine has anti-inflammatory effects and helps with wound recovery," Yang Chuxia looked at the medicine in her hand, then at Ye Ziāan who was still lying down, "Should I feed you? But feeding you spoon by spoon seems a bit torturous."
How bitter Chinese medicine can beāshe knew deeply, having been tormented by the stuff herself.
"No, just help me sit up; Iāll drink it myself."
"That works too!"
Yang Chuxia put the medicine back on the table and bent down to help Ye Ziāan sit up while Yangyang saw this and propped up Ye Ziāanās pillow, murmuring, "Lean on it, lean on it."
"Wow, Yangyang, how did you know this would be more comfortable?"
Yang Chuxia was surprised by her sonās little action.
"Auntie did it like this."
With that, Yang Chuxia realized that it must have been something the boy saw last month when Xia Yun was sick.
"Yangyang has a good memory."
When Yangyang heard the praise, he giggled with laughter.
However, when he saw Ye Ziāan drink the whole bowl of medicine in one go, his laughter froze.