He Juan pushed the bowl of piping hot ramen in front of Mu Yuze. Not only that, he also gave his marinated pork belly to the boy. "Eat up," he urged with an encouraging smile.
"You—" Mu Yuze snapped his gaze up in shock.
He Juan laughingly pointed at his right arm and lied straight through his teeth. "The doctor told me to cut down on meat and spice. Rather than let it go to waste, you should finish them all, okay?" He did not mention how he could just order another kind of ramen, one with a clear broth with only steamed eggs and vegetables. And fortunately, Mu Yuze was too gullible to question something like that, presumably too shocked by the small hill of pork forming in front of him.
Humming a random tune, He Juan picked up the spoon and began the arduous journey of eating noodles with his non-dominant left hand. He had had a lot of time to practice when he recuperated in the hotel room these past few days, but his movement was still considered clumsy compared to normal.
