A shrimp shot out of Ji Yanzhi's mouth. Fortunately, it landed on the plate, or dinner would have had to be made all over again.
Ji Ting looked up and picked up his tablet in confusion. [What's wrong?]
"You-cough-how did you cook this? It's burning hot!"
Ji Ting blinked, bewildered. [Of course food is hot straight out of the pan. Are we supposed to eat it cold?]
He didn't understand how Ji Yanzhi, a grown man, couldn't even eat properly. [Then blow on it before putting it in your mouth.]
"Do I need you to teach me?" Ji Yanzhi snapped. "Eat your food."
Ji Ting picked up his chopsticks and took a bite of rice first, only to notice something was wrong.
Why was the rice packed so tightly?
Remembering that Ji Yanzhi had served it, he glanced at him. [Did Ji Yanzhi do this on purpose? Why did he give me so much?]
Ji Yanzhi snorted inwardly. He can't speak, and now he's gotten stupid too. His brain...
His thoughts stopped abruptly, as though a thorn had suddenly pricked him, making him frown.
After Director Zheng left, he had stood alone in front of the screen for a long time, then called the psychologist.
Ji Yanzhi wanted to know how Ji Ting could return to his old self, but the doctor said there was never a definitive answer when it came to mental illness, and medication could only provide support.
"The fact that Ji Ting can fall asleep beside you means he trusts you. At least subconsciously, he feels that the space around you is completely safe."
"Or being with you allows him to temporarily forget certain bad memories. Once he relaxes mentally, he can naturally drift off to sleep more easily."
"As for his aphasia, I can't promise