I coughed lightly, "I'll go get breakfast."
"I'll make breakfast. The food outside is too oily and salty for your health." Ian looked "virtuous", took the stuff straight into the kitchen, without asking Elias for permission.
I seemed to have nothing to do because Ian had joined in.
Elias had hurt his left hand as a left-hander and had a little trouble eating.
He looked at me eagerly, obviously expecting me to feed him.
"Mr. Silva, I forgot that your hand is injured and you have difficulty eating. Let me help you." Ian picked up the spoon and sat next to Elias naturally, "Mr. Silva, let me feed you."
Elias had a stern face, "Thank you, but no."
After that, he looked at me pitifully and then ate with his right hand with difficulty.
I couldn't stand to see his pathetic look and sighed, "I'll do it."
I swore that Elias' eyes lit up like light bulbs as I said that, and I didn't mean to exaggerate in any way.