Kang Chen, full of concern for Ming Mei, said, "You should eat something too. You've been unconscious for such a long time. The doctor said that once you wake up, your blood sugar might be low, so you need to eat something, or else you might feel dizzy."
Xizeer's small hand paused for a moment, and he noticed the treated wound on the back of his hand.
He turned his head slightly and saw Kang Chen pick up a wonton, blow on it several times, and bring it to Ming Mei's mouth.
Xizeer frowned, turned his head, put down the chopsticks, and said coldly, "I'm full."
Ming Mei quickly turned her head and saw there was still a lot left in the lunch box. He had hardly eaten anything, "Eating so little, is it because you don't like it? Then... what do you want to eat? I'll buy it for you... or I'll make something for you. My cooking... is passable..."
Xizeer's little face was tense: "I want to rest."
