The other end of the phone was eerily silent. Zhou Li guessed Brother Nan was trying hard to suppress her laughter.
Until Brother Nan finally said, "Got it!"
Zhou Li immediately stopped laughing and seamlessly switched to a serious tone. "So, did you ask Mianmian to bring congee or not?"
"No."
"Then what do you want to eat? I'll bring it to you later. Just ask them to come out and get it."
"I want the extra-spicy vegetarian assortment from Cao's Duck Necks," Brother Nan said after a moment's thought. "And bring me a bottle of ice-cold Brave brand beer."
"You're injured. You need to eat something light and nutritious."
"This doesn't even count as an injury, okay? If your cousin hadn't ratted me out, I'd be fine by tomorrow or the day after." Brother Nan paused. "At most, the day after the day after tomorrow, I'll be fully recovered."
"You still need to eat something light and nutritious."
