Kallen stood up, sighed, and asked:
"Have you had breakfast?"
"Not yet. I'm hungry."
"All right, carry him inside."
"Yes, boss."
"Yes, boss."
Pike and Dinkum took one side each and carried Richard's stretcher into the kitchen.
Kallen began cooking wontons, small ones he had wrapped earlier and stored in the refrigerator.
Soon, a large bowl of tender little wontons was ready.
"Young Master, let me feed him," Xili said.
"All right, careful, it's hot."
"Don't worry, Young Master. I'll make sure I don't burn him."
"I meant the bowl is hot. Don't burn yourself. He's thick-skinned; he can take the heat."
"..." Richard was speechless.
Kallen added some noodles to the few wontons left in the pot and cooked himself a bowl of wonton noodles.
Richard not only finished the wontons but drank all the broth as well.
Xili exclaimed in surprise, "Sir, you're amazing. You're so badly injured, yet you still have such a good appetite."
Richard said casually, "Ah, it's not the first time."
Kallen set down his chopsticks. "And probably won't be the last."
"Kallen, do you really have to curse me like that?"
"Did anything change after your father beat you?"
"He actually talked with my mom and grandma in the living room for a while yesterday. Well, that would never have happened before."
"Then that beating was well worth it. It accomplished something."
"You mean I have to keep getting beaten until my dad recovers?"
"What, you're unwilling?"
"If I say I'm unwilling, will that make me seem unfilial and morally bankrupt?"
"That isn't the main issue." Kallen shook his head. "The main issue is that your father has probably found a way to treat himself: beating his son. If he wants to treat himself, you have no way to resist."
Even without the