CHAPTER 108: 108: WHAT ABOUT THE PROMISED RESPECT BETWEEN BROTHERS (PART 3)_1

Liang Haoming, stiff as a plank, immediately lunged at his fifth brother with the speed of an arrow.

"Um, Fourth Bro," mumbled Liang Yuening, his mouth stuffed with food.

Haoming looked at him expressionlessly.

"..."

"..."

"..."

In the end, admitting defeat, Yuening crouched down, holding up his plate above his head. After Fourth Brother took it from him, he slunk away.

He was too much to handle, indeed, unmanageably so!

Clutching the plate and chopsticks, Haoming stared icily at his eldest brother with a deadpan face.

Zhi Chen chuckled softly, "Don’t mind me, go ahead and eat, it does taste quite good."

But the taste wasn’t the point, the absence of poison was.

He hadn’t been studying medicine from a young age, but after Shu Yu had been sick all these years, as a family member, he had picked up a bit.

Haoming nodded slightly, but he didn’t start eating. Instead, he first stuffed a chopstick full into Yixuan’s mouth.

Yixuan ate slowly, and after swallowing, he seemed to still want more.

Haoming glanced at him and then walked into the south room.

As he entered, Liang Shuyu at the head of the kang bed and Liang Shujun at the foot immediately turned their eyes toward him.

Haoming glanced at his second brother and said, "Baobao said, ’can’t eat it.’"

Shu Yu: "..."

Passing Shu Yu, Haoming walked over to Shujun and shoved a chopstick full into Third Brother’s mouth.

"Ouch, hot hot hot," Shujun fanned frantically by his mouth with his hand, tears of heat welling up, but he couldn’t bear to spit it out. Perhaps those who’ve never really starved wouldn’t understand the feeling, every morsel of food being precious, especially when the slices of meat were so incredibly fragrant.

Gulping it down whole, the aroma of meat still lingering in his mouth, Shujun savored it a bit longer, then with sparkling eyes, he curiously asked, "What kind of meat is this? It’s neither fatty nor lean, I’ve never tasted anything like it."

Liang Haoming: "Pig intestines!"

Shujun: "..."

After a moment of silence, covering his chest, he suddenly retched.

Yes, as a self-proclaimed germaphobe patient, pig intestines? Sorry, it’s disgusting, definitely a no-go!

"Heh," Shu Yu glanced at Shujun and then turned a page in his book, seemingly unperturbed by the external disturbances, yet his expression wavered, a hint of envy hidden in his eyes.

Too greasy, too fishy, too sour, too spicy, too cold, too hot; in short, all were forbidden, he had too many dietary restrictions.

At times like this, he had no choice but to watch.

...

Dong Huiying fried another big plate of greens and then, taking advantage of the oil, cooked up more than a dozen thick cornbread pancakes. One side of the pancakes was golden, the other side browned, a sight to behold, steaming and exuding the sweet fragrance of corn.

"Yixuan, help serve the dishes," she called out, and then continued chopping and slicing, preparing a special meal for Liang Shuyu. Remembering Liang Shujun, Liang Yixuan, and Liang Haoming who also suffered injuries, she added a little more to their portions.

Neither patients nor those wounded were suited for too much greasy food; something lighter was better.

With this thought, she quickened her pace.

After Yixuan finished serving the dishes, he asked, "Need any help?"

She turned back with a smile, "No need, I’ll be done soon, let them eat first."

Yixuan watched her tenderly for a moment, then came up behind her and gently gathered her sweat-damp hair.

Dong Huiying paused for a moment, and then, "Thank you."

She smiled with pursed lips; the kitchen was smoky and sweltering, her body covered in sweat, and the damp hair sticking to her neck was indeed uncomfortable.

The eldest brother and Little Wu were already seated at the table, in front of them a dish of meat and vegetables along with cornbread pancakes, but the two of them looked very quiet, as if waiting.