klisemfg Chapter 11 The Mouth of Degree
Chapter 11 The Mouth of Degree
He tried to move, and immediately gasped.
"He must have sprained his ankle by accident."
Lin You had practiced martial arts since childhood, and was more skilled at handling injuries like falls and blows than most doctors.
She squatted down and skillfully checked Tang Jun over.
"It's definitely a sprained ankle, the bones are fine, it's not serious, you just need to..."
Lin You was speaking when, taking advantage of Tang Jun's inattention, he suddenly snapped him back to the beginning.
Caught off guard, Tang Jun: "Aww—"
Tang Yu, standing to the side, showed no sympathy for his younger brother whatsoever.
Before Tang Jun could even open his mouth, he quickly turned around and covered Song Chuxia's ears to prevent her from being tormented by the horrifying sound.
Butler Zhao stood aside, watching his second young master's considerate behavior, and decided to talk to the old man.
Their second son is already 25 years old. Over the years, he has been so focused on studying and building his career that he has never been in a relationship.
Keep in mind that at his age, the eldest son would already be married. His son is already four years old.
Although the third young master is only 19 years old, he already has a childhood sweetheart whom he won over when she was still in kindergarten. The two families have gotten along well over the years, and marriage is just a matter of time.
Their second young master has remained single all these years, without having a single close female friend!
Not to mention the old man of the Tang family, even Butler Zhao himself was extremely anxious.
Look at them standing together now, how well they match, how warm and loving they look!
If it weren't for the fear of being discovered, Butler Zhao would have secretly taken a picture of this scene and sent it to the old man.
Tang Jun's pain at this moment seemed to be unnoticed by anyone but himself.
Lin You had practiced martial arts since childhood, so he didn't take these minor bumps and bruises seriously at all.
If this injury had happened to him, he probably wouldn't even bother to apply medicine.
Just leave it there for a couple of days and let it heal on its own.
Therefore, when he handed it to Tang Jun, although he was quick and efficient, he didn't know how to use his strength properly.
Tang Jun was in a lot of pain; by the time the medicine was applied, his face was covered in sweat.
He glanced pitifully at his brother, but Tang Yu didn't even give him a second look.
He lowered his head in disappointment.
With nothing else to do, Steward Zhao and Lin You left to attend to their own business.
Song Chuxia was about to return to her room when Tang Yu gently grabbed her wrist.
"Brother Tang Yu, what's wrong?"
Chu Xia looked at him with a puzzled expression.
Tang Yu looked down at her. He had only been awake for a short time, and his voice was still slightly hoarse, yet deep and pleasant. "Didn't you say you came downstairs because you were hungry? Why don't you eat something before going back up?"
Chu Xia didn't expect that he would notice her just because she said it casually once.
But she caused trouble on her very first day there, even injuring Tang Jun, the host.
Now I'd be too embarrassed to even mention eating.
"No need, Brother Tang Yu, I don't think I'm hungry anymore."
But Tang Yu still didn't release them.
The girl is very sensitive, and she had just arrived home. Letting her go like that will probably make it hard for her to sleep when she gets back. I will keep this in mind forever.
He felt guilty towards Tang Jun.
"I'm hungry too. You slept so much during the day, you probably won't be able to sleep when you get back. Why don't you eat something with me?"
Having said that, Song Chuxia couldn't refuse any longer, so she nodded in agreement.
She thought Tang Yu might call the family chef over to cook a meal for them, but she didn't expect him to call Tang Jun instead.
"Tang Jun, go and cook me a meal. I don't have high expectations, just four dishes and a soup will do!"
Tang Jun, who had just been completely ignored by his brother and was heartbroken, was limping upstairs when he thought: "???"
Listen to what this sounds like coming from a 37C cup!
Tang Jun slowly turned his head and protested, "Second Brother, my leg is still injured! Lin You just said that I should move around less and rest more these few days!"
"Lin You meant to tell you to move your legs less and rest more," Tang Yu said calmly, his attitude extremely kind, a smile playing on his lips. "But you don't need your legs to cook!"
Tang Jun: What you said makes a lot of sense, but I still don't want to do it!
Tang Jun stood there with his neck stiff, not responding to him.
They are resisting silently.
Even Song Chuxia felt a little embarrassed.
Tang Jun is at least an injured person now.
Making him cook for two perfectly healthy people with injured legs seems a bit too much...
Song Chuxia herself wanted to volunteer to do it.
The problem is, all the dishes she knows can't be combined to make the four dishes and one soup that Brother Tang Yu mentioned.
This is how to do?
Before she could come up with a solution, Tang Yu lost patience.
He stretched his wrists, twisted his neck, and said slowly, "I remember my curfew was 11 p.m.
But someone doesn't seem to be back on time today!
When Tang Jun saw his brother smile, his legs began to tremble involuntarily, and he forced a stiff smile.
"Haha—, my leg suddenly doesn't hurt anymore!"
Four dishes and a soup is far too meager! How can Second Brother accept such a humiliation! It should at least be six dishes and two soups! Second Brother, wait here, I'll go make it right away.”
After saying that, Tang Jun rushed into the kitchen.
That speed was like a 100-meter sprint; it didn't look like someone who had just sprained their ankle at all.
Tang Yu watched the brat's retreating figure and snorted coldly. Then he pulled Song Chuxia to sit at the dining table to wait.
Song Chuxia glanced sympathetically at the kitchen, then curiously tugged at Tang Yu and asked, "Brother Tang Yu, he..."
Song Chuxia pointed towards the kitchen, "Is he your younger brother? How old is he? Does he usually live with you?"
Chu Xia spent her childhood with Tang Yu in Yuncheng.
At that time, Tang Yu was living at his maternal grandfather's house.
In early summer, he met his maternal grandfather and learned that he also had an uncle.
But she knew nothing about Tang Yu's other relatives.
She was young then, only knew how to play, and never asked Tang Yu about his family.
"His name is Tang Jun. He's 19 years old, just like you, a few months older than you. He usually lives here with me, and occasionally stays at school or at my grandfather's place."
He's my younger brother, but not by blood.
Tang Yu's expression was languid, and his voice was casual, "I picked him up from a trash can when he was a child. I held him and waited by the trash can for two hours, and when no one wanted him, I took him home."
Later, my aunt went through the adoption procedures for him, and he stayed with us.
"Huh?" Song Chuxia's eyes widened slightly, and it took her a while to react before she asked blankly, "Really?"
You picked it out of the trash can, are you sure you're not kidding?
and also.
These kinds of things are usually quite sensitive and are not typically brought up casually.
Why did Brother Tang Yu speak so casually?