"This, you can’t laugh at others." Ji Ying said the words, but the smile she couldn’t suppress on her face couldn’t be hidden at all.
Ling Dong slipped on a banana peel, fell, and even injured his hand. This was completely incongruous with his tall and strong appearance.
"Mom, it’s true that when someone’s luck is bad, even cold water gets stuck between their teeth." Xu Nian’an cleared his throat. Although he wanted to laugh too, he had already laughed enough when he first heard about it and was now completely able to hold it in.
"Could it be because of his unlucky year, Liunian working against him?" Xu Nian’an said uncertainly.
"Did Grandpa Du come back?"
"No, he came back yesterday, but then Grandma Shitou’s condition worsened, so he went there again today." Xu Nian’an answered—today just happened to be New Year’s Day, and they had already been off since yesterday afternoon.
"Then, who’s giving Yicheng massages for his leg?" Xu Nianhua asked again.
Reminded by Xu Nianhua, Xu Nian’an did recall that last time when Shitou was here, Doctor Du seemed to have instructed Ling Dong to massage Xu Nianhua’s leg daily.
"What massage?" Ji Ying looked at her children with a puzzled face.
Xu Nianhua explained, "Mom, his leg needs to be massaged daily to prevent the muscles from atrophying, so he can continue to seek treatment from doctors."
"Oh." Ji Ying didn’t understand much about this and said, "Then I’ll go to the factory to cook. Remember to come and eat later."
No sooner had Ji Ying left than Xu Nian’an looked suspiciously at Xu Nianhua and asked, "You seem really concerned about Yicheng."
"Of course, he’s a benefactor to our family!" Xu Nianhua replied without blinking, an open expression on his face.
"Then let’s go check on him."
Xu Nian’an said and started walking; Xu Nianhua quickly followed.
Ling Dong emotionlessly turned over the fresh medicinal herbs in the yard. Cheng Hao, just back from the factory, couldn’t wait to narrate how Ling Dong fell the moment he saw Xu Nianhua.
The schadenfreude from Cheng Hao and the emotionless expression of Ling Dong created a stark contrast.
"Haozi." Pei Yicheng’s deep voice sounded.
Cheng Hao’s laughter came to an abrupt halt.
"Yicheng, you’re partial. He’s bullied me so many times, and it’s rare to see him in trouble." Cheng Hao’s voice carried a hint of grievance.
"How has he bullied you?" Pei Yicheng watched him sternly.
Cheng Hao was hesitant. Ling Dong dragged him to spar and to run long distances, exhausting him but improving his physical health significantly.
Really counting, Ling Dong hadn’t actually bullied him.
"Yicheng, with Ling Dong’s hand injured, how will your leg get massaged?" Xu Nian’an bluntly shifted the conversation; Ling Dong’s face had turned completely black from drying medicinal herbs.
"Grandpa will come back at the latest, finally," Pei Yicheng had not expected them to remember this matter.
"Yicheng, you can’t forget about this."
Originally drying the herbs, Ling Dong voiced out at this moment, "Grandpa said, the massaging on your leg, shouldn’t skip a single day."
Ling Dong glanced at his bandaged hand, knowing that massaging was out of the question. His gaze fell on Cheng Hao.
Cheng Hao volunteered enthusiastically, and soon, was utterly rejected for his ineptitude.
"Are your hands clumsier than your feet?" Ling Dong contemptuously berated, none of the massage moves taught by him were performed correctly by Cheng Hao.
Ling Dong was definitely retaliating—it was absolute revenge!
"How about, I give it a try?" Xu Nian’an looked at the demonstration Ling Dong was managing with one hand, and it did not appear difficult.