Although Uncle Wu had often helped her mother over the years and was one of the few people her mother could call a friend, Jian Ai had never heard Uncle Wu mention his son, let alone seen him.
However, Jian Ai knew that Uncle Wu had lost his wife in his early years and raised a son all by himself. But then again, Uncle Wu’s tofu stall was an established brand. He was usually very busy. Logically speaking, as his son, Brother Wu Bi should often e over to help. However, Jian Ai had never seen him once in so many years. Liangzi, on the other hand, sent soy milk to their stall early in the morning every day.
Thinking of Liangzi, Jian Ai suddenly remembered what had happened that morning. Because she had never seen Uncle Wu’s son, she mistook Liangzi, who had e to deliver the soy milk, for Wu Bi. Liangzi’s answer at that time was that Uncle Wu’s son was his big brother.
Jian Ai thought Liangzi was funny when she heard that. He made Uncle Wu’s son sound like a gangster.
However, looking at Brother Wu Bi lying on the sofa with injuries all over his body, Jian Ai subconsciously stopped applying the medicine.
Was he a gangster?
Without thinking about it, Jian Ai collected her thoughts. It was dawn outside. Jian Ai put the medical kit away and went straight into the kitchen.
When Wu Bi woke up, it was almost nine in the morning. In the middle, Jian Yu was still worried, so he returned once. Seeing that Wu Bi was sleeping soundly, he returned to the stall.
Jian Ai was sitting on the sofa opposite her and reading a book. She seemed to have noticed something and looked up. Seeing Wu Bi looking at her with narrowed eyes, Jian Ai quickly put the book on the coffee table and stood up to walk forward. “Brother Wu Bi, you’re awake. Do you feel unfortable anywhere?”
Wu Bi slept and recovered some strength. He curled his lips faintly and revealed a forced smile. However, he did not want to implicate his wound, so he quickly retracted it and said softly, “I’m fine.”
Feeling that they had disinfected the wounds on his body in time, Wu Bi said, “Thank you.”
Because of her feelings for Uncle Wu, Jian Ai felt a natural closeness to Wu Bi. She smiled and said, “You’re wele. I’ve made porridge for you. Have some.”
As soon as she finished speaking, Jian Ai turned around and quickly went to the kitchen. After a while, she came out with a bowl of porridge. By then, Wu Bi had already sat up from the sofa.
It seemed that it was not as serious as she thought. Jian Ai heaved a sigh of relief.
“I don’t know if you like it sweet or not, but I added some white sugar. It can supplement your sugar level.” Jian Ai placed the porridge on the coffee table and stirred it with a spoon to prevent it from getting too hot.
Wu Bi looked at Jian Ai silently with a swollen face. This girl looked to be fifteen years old, but her words and actions revealed the temperament of a young adult.
This temperament should have conflicted with her age, but this also made Wu Bi somewhat curious. This was because all of Jian Ai’s actions were very natural, exuding from the inside out.
He thought of how difficult it had been for Auntie Mei when she was young. As the saying went, hardships polish the heart. Perhaps this little sister had experienced many difficulties and had no choice but to quickly mature.
Just as he was in a daze, Wu Bi’s heart suddenly felt as if it was stabbed by something. A childlike smile flashed across his mind as someone chased after him and called him brother…
If Wu Shuang was still alive, she should be the same age as her.
“Brother Wu Bi, drink it! If it’s not enough, there’s more in the kitchen.” Jian Ai pushed the porridge forward and looked at Wu Bi.
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