Esher nodded obediently feeling unable to refute. He walked over to the nightstand where food was provided for the patient. The food is still mushy rice with carrot soup and chunks of meat. There are also pieces of fruit. It looks delicious but Esher is sure, it's not as good as the food at the mall. Or at least the dishes are often burnt at the bottom.

"Brib."

Esher stared.

"Yes, you feed me, lah. Can I use my hands like this? Thinking!"

Esher's jaw nearly dropped! His mouth gasped, his eyes bulging in disbelief.

This, really, it's better for him to deal with the eccentric mother earlier.

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"Why...