Jiang Siyan glanced at him, "Doesn't seem like something you'd pine for but can't have."
Zheng Yunhao shook his head, "I'm different from you; I rely on these hands to make a living. I definitely can't afford any injury. After you've recovered, the few of us can plan for a meal together."
Just at that moment, hurried footsteps echoed from the hallway, and Jiang Jiu rushed back, "Sorry, I'm late."
Jiang Jiu held lunch in her hands, passing one of them to him.
"Bai Bai asked me to bring you one, saying you must eat and drink well."
Zheng Yunhao raised his eyebrows and took the lunch box, "Thanks, I'll go have my lunch then. I won't disturb the two of you."
Once he had left, Jiang Jiu placed Jiang Siyan's lunchbox on the table, opened it, unwrapped the chopsticks and handed them over, "Eat."
Jiang Siyan stretched out his left hand and clumsily tried to pick up the food with the chopsticks, but he couldn't manage to get a grip on the food.