Suddenly, Jiang Nan’s voice echoed in his ears, "Bro, breakfast is ready. Where do you want to eat?"
Dan Tingye snapped back to reality, and after a slight daze, he retracted his hand without a trace, placing it on the sofa before turning to look at Jiang Nan.
Jiang Nan had indeed prepared two very sumptuous breakfasts, even warming up the milk. Noticing Meimei squatting beside the sofa, he hurriedly carried the breakfast inside.
He placed the breakfast on the table, leaning close to her, "Meimei, have you really been learning medicine from Mr. Diwu?"
"..."
Meimei was focused on applying medicine to Tingye. Hearing his words, she flinched, accidentally poking Tingye with the cotton swab. Hearing him suck in a breath, she quickly refocused.
"Jiang Nan, if you’re hungry, go ahead and eat first. I’m treating Tingye’s wound. I can’t be distracted."
"No problem, no problem. You do your thing, I’ll do mine. Just listen to me," Jiang Nan said excitedly, completely unaware of Tingye’s darkening expression.
Did he not realize that Meimei didn’t want to engage with him? What does he mean by "I’ll talk, you listen"?
If his foot wasn’t injured, Tingye would surely kick Jiang Nan’s butt for always holding him back at crucial moments!
"Jiang Nan, I’m hungry."
Tingye glanced at the incessantly chattering Jiang Nan and suddenly spoke up.
"Huh?" Jiang Nan was taken aback, reluctantly shifting his gaze from Meimei, and pouted towards the breakfast on the table, "There, isn’t it right there?"
"Do you think I can manage on my own like this?" Tingye raised an eyebrow, gritting his teeth.
Ignoring someone who’s injured so severely that anyone with a heart would check on them, but his brother, ever since coming in, hadn’t even given him a proper glance, his attention entirely on Meimei.
"So, should I feed you?"
Jiang Nan finally realized something was amiss, narrowed his long almond-shaped eyes, and asked uncertainly.
They had been used to being punished since childhood, so even if he didn’t ask, he knew Tingye would be fine, at most having some difficulty walking these days.
His proud brother, unless his arm was broken, would never let a guy feed him, so when he asked this, he was actually prepared to be hit by Tingye. But then he saw that not only was Tingye not angry, he nodded slightly, very slightly, as if he was struggling but still agreed!
Jiang Nan was dumbfounded, "Bro, am I seeing things? You really want me to feed you?"
"..."
He too thought he was crazy, using this tactic just to prevent Jiang Nan from bothering Meimei.
Seeing Jiang Nan excitedly approaching him with what seemed like witnessing a miracle, holding the meal, Dan Tingye clutched the cushion tightly to resist the urge to kick him out!
"Bro, do you think if Aunt and Uncle came back now, they’d think we’re an item?"
Jiang Nan held the plate, cut the omelet, and brought it to Tingye’s mouth, his long almond-shaped eyes glinting with curiosity.
"Pfft—"
Before Tingye could kick him away, Meimei burst out laughing, glancing at his black-as-coal face, quickly covered her mouth, and continued laughing!
"I’m full!"
With narrowed eyes, Tingye muttered through gritted teeth, deliberately emphasizing each word.
He must have had a screw loose to let Jiang Nan feed him!
"Bro, are you dreaming? You haven’t even had a bite yet!"