"Hey, Qiangzi, stop lying there, get up and eat."
Tang Xiaoquan found a square stool and placed it by the bed, then laid out the dishes one by one. After everything was ready, he saw Wang Qiang still lying motionless on the bed. He could only nudge him and urge, "Hey, Qiangzi, get up. These dishes were specially prepared for us brothers by Wei Yang. Get moving, it'd be a pity to let them go cold."
Perhaps being poked and prodded wasn't too comfortable, Wang Qiang instinctively turned over. Watching his sudden back, Tang Xiaoquan shook his head helplessly. Since gentle persuasion wasn't working, he'd have to try a firmer approach.
"Get up, you rascal!" With the weight of his words, Tang Xiaoquan forcefully pulled Wang Qiang up. The latter, once pulled up, was limp all over, like a skeleton that had lost its soul. If Tang Xiaoquan hadn't reacted quickly, rushing forward to steady him with both hands, his action might have once again ended in failure with Wang Qiang's free fall.
