Chapter 83 2/2

“Taking a bite in the middle, it’s not as easy to bite as the edges; as the mouth closes, the face is buried.

Cen Lang, at five years old, doesn’t reflect on himself. He just thinks Jiang Li is slow even when eating; it’s been so long, and he still can’t take a bite.

“Fine, if you’re determined to be with Lu Jing, don’t bring my grandson into someone else’s home.”

Grandpa Jiang angrily opens the door, heading towards Jiang Li, ready to pick him up.

Cen Lang takes Jiang Li away first, coldly saying, “He’s my younger brother.”

Grandpa Jiang hesitates. Facing Cen Lang, he can’t assert his authority naturally. “He’s your younger brother, but he’s also my grandson. Let Grandpa carry him home, and you can bring him over tomorrow, okay?”

Cen Lang replies, “He doesn’t know you.”

Grandpa Jiang is taken aback. Seeing Jiang Wanlan coming out, not wanting to argue in Cen’s house, and seeing how protective Cen Lang is of his little brother, he leaves angrily.

Jiang Li tightly holds Cen Lang’s clothes with small hands, one hand holding a too-large slice of toast. Being carried by six-year-old Cen Lang is different from being carried by Dad. Even a one-year-old knows it’s more stable when Dad carries him; Jiang Li won’t grab his clothes.

Jiang Wanlan takes the baby, saying, “Thank you, Cen Lang, for protecting your brother.”

Cen Lang replies, “Uncle Jiang, feel free to stay at my house. I won’t let Grandpa Jiang in again.”

Just now, Grandpa Jiang’s fierce approach scared Jiang Li.

After saying that, Cen Lang goes back to play in the yard.

The toast that Jiang Li insisted on holding for a long time falls to the ground, only a small part wet from a bite.

He opens his hand and says, “Dad, given by my brother, it fell.”

Jiang Wanlan laughs and picks it up, prepared for Lu Jing’s return in the evening. Even if it’s just passing by for three hours, this is the dry food prepared for Lu Jing.

It’s quite hard.

Jiang Wanlan tears off the wet part bitten by Jiang Li, peels off a layer that touched the ground, and then cuts it into pieces and puts it in a sealed bag.

Lu Jing won’t mind.

…

Cen Wei hired a martial arts master for Cen Lang. Cen Lang practices in the yard, while Jiang Li sits on the steps, watching. Jiang Wanlan starts a business and occasionally goes out, leaving Jiang Li in Cen Lang’s care.

He had thought about moving out when Jiang Li grew up a bit, so as not to become the young master’s companion. However, Jiang Li said he liked playing with his brother, and the Cen family treated Jiang Li as their own child. Cen Wei also invited him to continue living there, and Jiang Wanlan agreed.

Cen Lang gets a bit of skin pierced by a prop, bleeding a bit. Roughly shaking it off, it splashes on Jiang Li’s face.

Jiang Li raises his hand to wipe his face and looks up at the sky, thinking it’s raining.

“Brother, it’s raining.”

Cen Lang says, “Really? Then let me carry you inside.”

Upon closer inspection, Jiang Li has a bloodstain on his face. Cen Lang urgently calls the family doctor.

“Does it hurt here?”

Jiang Li shakes his head in confusion. “Not hurting.”

He wipes it again, sees the palm turning red, and says, “Hmm?”

Cen Lang thinks he’s really clueless.

The family doctor comes over, checks Jiang Li, finds no wounds, but grabs Cen Lang. “Young Master, I think you should get a tetanus shot.”

The doctor is scary. As soon as he finishes speaking, he prepares the tetanus shot.

Jiang Li watches the long needle enter Cen Lang’s upper arm, tears welling up.

Cen Lang pretends to be aloof. “Dr. Zhang’s shots are super painful. You’d better walk a bit slower; call me when you climb the stairs; don’t play with water.”

Jiang Li listens to a series of instructions and slowly says, “Brother, when I become a doctor, the shots I give won’t hurt.”

Cen Lang says, “You can’t give yourself shots when you’re sick.”

Can’t?

Jiang Li extends his finger, forming a gun shape and pressing it against his left arm. It works.

Cen Lang says, “This won’t work.”

The next day, Jiang Li receives a complete set of mini-simulation doctor toys.

Cen Lang starts going to school, and Jiang Li writes essays until he’s dizzy.

Jiang Li raises a temperature gun. “Brother, check it.”

Cen Lang presses his forehead. “Hmm.”

Jiang Li, not very professionally, says, “Brother has a fever and needs a glucose injection.”

Cen Lang says, “Huh?”

Cen Lang turns to call the teacher, “Teacher, I have a fever.”

Little Jiang Li chimes in, “Brother has 38.7 degrees and needs a glucose injection.”

The teacher doesn’t doubt him. “Then don’t do your homework; lie down and rest.”

Cen Lang says, “Okay.”

Jiang Li takes a bottle of glucose water from his mini medical kit. “Brother, drink it!”