His mouth opened wide, "Daddy is so amazing!"
"Isnāt it bitter?" Lele also asked. That medicine is really bitter, isnāt it? Last time he and Yangyang had diarrhea, they drank this blackish stuff, and mom said it was medicine, after drinking it you get better.
But it tasted so bitter and was so hard to swallow.
"Itās bitter, yes, but if you drink it all in one go, itās only bitter once. If you drink it spoon by spoon, itās going to be bitter many times over, so tell me, is it better to suffer once or many times?"
Ye Ziāan passed the bowl to Yang Chuxia, and she took the opportunity to give him a piece of orange candy. It made him feel a bittersweet amusement; after all, he was not a child who needed candy after medicine.
Upon hearing this, Lele had a sudden realization, "Itās better to suffer once."
"Smart, so next time you get sick, Lele remember to drink the medicine all at once."
After he said this, Lele nodded in agreement.
Listening from the side, Yang Chuxia was both amused and exasperated, "You two really are something, talking about ānext time you get sick.ā I wish you never have a ānext time.ā"
At her words, Ye Ziāan also realized the problem with what he had said and quickly corrected himself, "Right, better not to have a next time."
On the side, Yangyang, seeing everyone talking, went out to find a stool and dragged it back in, not being strong enough to carry it.
The noise of the stool startled everyone in the midst of conversation.
"What are you doing?" Seeing him struggling with the stool, Yang Chuxia asked.
"To keep Dad company." He said, nodding seriously, "Dad is injured."
At this, Ye Ziāan felt deeply touched, saying proudly, "Thatās my son, truly my flesh and blood. Knowing Iām recovering from an injury and canāt go out, feeling lonely, you want to keep me company."
"Yeah, thatās right." Yangyang chimed in with nods of agreement.
Lele leaned on the bedside, propping up his small chin, and added with a grin, "Iāll keep Dad company too."
"Good, you are all Dadās good sons," Ye Ziāan also praised his eldest son.
Yang Chuxia rolled her eyes, "Look at you, all smug."
"My wife, look, our sons are keeping me company, why donāt you join us?" Seeing Yang Chuxia tidying up the food box, looking like she was about to leave, Ye Ziāan made a suggestion.
After saying that, he nodded with satisfaction at his own idea, "If you keep me company, my injury will heal faster."
"Pfft... I didnāt know I had healing powers," she replied, stopping her tidying and approaching the bed to pinch his face. "Could it be that with me around, you no longer need to take your medicine?"
Ye Ziāan caught her hand on his face, saying with a hint of embarrassment, "My wife, I reckon I still need to take the medicine, but perhaps I can do without the water, which can be a bit troublesome."
As he spoke, he winked at Yang Chuxia.
"Drinking water makes you want to pee." Ye Ziāan tried to be subtle, but Yangyang bluntly revealed the truth.
Yang Chuxia then understood, laughing, "Your shoulder is injured, not your leg, whatās the trouble? Just go if you need to."
"But my wife, itās my right shoulder thatās hurt, and itās not easy to move in my pants, Iām afraid the wound might burst open," he said, looking pitifully at Yang Chuxia.
"So, what now?" Yang Chuxia asked, hand on hip.
"..." Ye Ziāan blinked, thinking to himself that his wife was supposed to offer to help him next.
"My wife... My wife..."
"Stop, you donāt need to keep calling. Iāll help you." Finally, Yang Chuxia said what Ye Ziāan wanted to hear, and his face broke into a smile.
Seeing him grin so smugly, Yang Chuxia pinched his face hard, causing it to turn bright red.
As Yang Chuxia helped him to the next room to address his needs, Yangyang watched their backs and said, "Dadās being coquettish!"