Chapter 1512
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Ji Zuo was completely submissive.
Uncle Rong came in with the porridge and saw Second Young Master looking at Eldest Young Master adorably.
Eldest Young Master glared at Second Young Master as though he was giving him a death warning.
Actually, more than ten years ago, Eldest Young Master and Second Young Master had interacted like this.
It was as though time had turned back!
He stood there in a daze for a long time, until Ji Zuo spoke.
"Uncle Rong, I want some porridge."
Uncle Rong snapped out of his daze and quickly replied, "Alright."
He asked the chef at home to specially prepare it.
In the past, Eldest Young Master and Second Young Master liked to eat plain porridge when they were sick. It seemed like it had not changed after so many years.
Moreover, the bowls and chopsticks were used by Eldest Young Master and Second Young Master in the past.
He filled a bowl for Ji Zuo and placed it on the small table beside his bed, then filled a bowl for Ji You and placed it on the small table beside Ji You's bed.
Ji Zuo sat up with the blanket wrapped around him and ate the porridge with one hand.
Ji You draped the blanket over himself and ate the porridge.
In the past, when Eldest Young Master and Second Young Master were sick together, they behaved the same way!
Uncle Rong watched from the side, his eyes tearing up. If only Old Master could see this scene, it was a pity he could not!
But it was alright, he would go to Old Master's grave to tell him.
Old Master would be very happy to hear it.
Ji Zuo looked at Uncle Rong. "Aren't you hungry?"
Uncle Rong replied, "I've eaten."
Ji You looked at him. "What did you eat?"
Uncle Rong was speechless.
Ji Zuo glanced at Uncle Rong and finished the porridge in one gulp. "Pour me another bowl and give my brother some more. You can have the rest."
Uncle Rong replied, "Yes, Second Young Master."
Ji Zuo had just finished drinking when his phone rang. He quickly grabbed it and glanced at it. It was Murong Qianqian.
"I just went to check on the wards."
Ji Zuo replied, "Our responsible and caring Doctor Rong."
Murong Qianqian had been worried about Ji Zuo. Seeing his reply, she was relieved. "Is everything done?"
Ji Zuo replied, "Yeah, we've already buried that old man."
Murong Qianqian, "…"
He could joke now. He looked much better than the day before yesterday.
She asked, "What now?"
Ji Zuo said, "I'll burn joss paper for him later. After I burn one and seven, I'll …"
Murong Qianqian looked at her WeChat. "Are we going to be busy soon?"
Ji Zuo replied, "Yes."
Murong Qianqian said, "I'm going to be busy for the next few days too. There's a lot of influenza. The children from kindergarten are being admitted to the hospital one by one."
Ji Zuo replied, "Yeah, take care of yourself."
Murong Qianqian thought for a moment. "You too."
She took a picture of the rag doll that he had picked up and sent it to Ji Zuo.
Ji Zuo glanced at it and frowned. "I'm suddenly a little jealous of this rag doll."
Murong Qianqian replied, "It's so pretty and you said it's a rag doll!"
Ji Zuo narrowed his eyes and typed, "It can be on your bed, but I can't."
Uncle Rong was just beside them. He accidentally saw it and immediately looked away.
He seemed to have seen something he shouldn't have!
Ji Zuo looked up at Uncle Rong with a classic death stare.
Uncle Rong said in a low voice, "Second Young Master, I didn't see anything."
Ji Zuo replied, "That's best. Don't go over to Ji Yun's grave and gossip."
Uncle Rong replied, "Oh, Second Young Master."
Even though Ji Zuo was sick and looked exhausted, he still had an aura about him. A dark evil aura flashed in his eyes. "No, I'm just gossiping. Don't blame me for not respecting the elderly and doing something disrespectful to you."
Uncle Rong's shoulders shook thrice. "Second Young Master, I wouldn't dare."
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