Seeing Xie Ji shoveling rice into his mouth, Shang Yan coughed and frowned, saying, "Eat slowly, it's bad for your stomach."
As she spoke, she peeled another boiled shrimp for him.
Zhou Heyu glanced at Shang Yan, and although he didn't say anything, he silently peeled a shrimp for Xie Ji.
Mu Yao usually watched Xie Ji eat, so he naturally knew that Xie Ji's favorite food was seafood, especially boiled shrimp dipped in Xie Ji.
Everyone stopped eating and began peeling shrimp for Xie Ji.
Xie Ji glanced at the clean shrimp meat that had been tossed into the bowl, then ate it all in two big gulps. He was so eager that he threw down his chopsticks and stood up.
"I won't eat, you guys eat first." With that, she hurriedly went into the kitchen.
The group of people sat at the table and stopped what they were doing.
The meal at the Xie Ji is always quite large; it's a small bowl the size of a palm, and they eat at least three bowls every day. Today is only the first bowl, so how could they not finish it?
Perhaps worried that Lu Xunji get hungry, so she would rather go hungry herself than not cook porridge in the kitchen.
Ji Shi threw the peeled shrimp meat into his mouth and chewed it fiercely, as if he were chewing someone's flesh.
Mu Yao usually relied on Xie Ji to eat with his meals, but now that Xie Ji wasn't eating, he naturally lost his appetite as well, put down his chopsticks, and sighed.
Shang Yan seemed unaffected and continued eating slowly. Zhou Heyu paused for a moment and poured the leftover rice from Xie Ji into his own bowl.
Ji Shi glared at him. "What are you doing?"
" Xie Ji isn't eating," Zhou Heyu said slowly. "I'll finish it for him, so as not to waste it."
Ji Shi immediately stood up, snatched his bowl, and poured out Xie Ji's food. " Xie Ji ate it, so why...! Aren't you disgusting? You're not allowed to eat it!"
Zhou Heyu: "..."
Was he trying to say, "Why should you eat this?"
Ji Shi looked at the half-bowl of leftover rice. Mu Yao and Zhou Heyu were both watching him, so he felt embarrassed to eat it himself. He could only pick up his chopsticks, walk out, and feed the half-bowl of leftover rice to the dog.
Xie Ji took out a Hand of the God of Cooking from the system and started cooking porridge.
People with inflamed wounds shouldn't eat seafood, but plain porridge might not be a good choice for Lu Xunji, who's a picky eater, and it wouldn't provide enough nutrition...
After much deliberation, Xie Ji finally chose congee with preserved egg and lean pork.
The stewed beef was tender and juicy. It was chopped into minced meat and sprinkled on top, along with half a chopped preserved egg. The aroma was irresistible after it was cooked. Not sure if the young master ate scallions, Xie Ji didn't add any. He just ladled out a bowl and took it upstairs.
Ji Shi sat in the living room, grinding his teeth in a fit of impotent rage.
It's just an arm injury? Does he need all this treatment? I think he's doing it on purpose, trying to get Xie Ji to take care of him!
Xie Ji wouldn't even eat his own food, but he spent two hours cooking porridge for him!
Green tea! White lotus! Bitch!!!
Xie Ji pushed open Lu Xunji's door again, it creaked open.
Lu Xunji lay on the bed, opening his hazy eyes.
The lights were switched on again with a snap, and the white light shone down, seemingly able to drive away the chill.
When Xie Ji walked in, Lu Xunji was already half-sitting up on the bed, his eyes were bloodshot and his lips were pale.
During the struggle, two buttons on his clothes came undone, revealing his collarbone, which was covered in sweat.
Because the air conditioning wasn't on, the temperature inside the room was much higher than outside.
"Are you alright? Get up and eat something." Xie Ji placed the plate on the bedside table, looking at Lu Xunji's gloomy and somewhat dejected expression.
At this moment, Lu Xunji was undoubtedly beautiful, but his whole being was filled with a sickly and broken feeling.
"You have a fever." Xie Ji reached out and touched Lu Xunji's forehead. "Is the wound still infected? Should we ask a doctor to take a look?"
"No need." Lu Xunji's voice was hoarse but indifferent. "Didn't you leave?"
"Uh." Xie Ji could sense that he was angry, but he didn't know what he was angry about. After all, the world of Nantong was really hard to understand. "I cooked you some porridge. Would you like some?"
Lu Xunji glanced down at the steaming porridge, then turned his face away. "I don't eat preserved eggs."
"..." Xie Ji: "Then shall I pick them out for you?"
Lu Xunji paused, narrowed his eyes, and turned to look at him with his deep purple eyes. "Pick them out for me?"
Xie Ji blinked, thinking Lu Xunji might have gone mad from the fever, "Yeah, didn't you refuse to eat? Even if we picked it out, you still wouldn't eat it?"
Lu Xunji swallowed hard and said in a hoarse voice, "Okay."
Xie Ji could only sigh with relief that he hadn't put in too much congee with preserved egg and lean pork.
So he carefully picked out all the visible black particles from the porridge with his chopsticks.
The porridge was now at the right temperature, and Xie Ji placed it in Lu Xunji's palm. "Drink it."
Lu Xunji leaned against the headboard, looking into Xie Ji's eyes, without saying a word or touching the porridge.
Xie Ji sighed, "What is it now, my young master?"
"Hello."
Xie Ji: "..."
Lu Jiaojiao.
Xie Ji dutifully picked up the bowl of porridge, scooped out a spoonful, and fed it to Lu Xunji.
The young master finally opened his mouth and ate the spoonful of porridge.
Just as Xie Ji was about to take back the spoon, his wrist was grabbed. Before he could look away from Lu Xunji's face, he saw Lu Xunji lower his head and stick out his scarlet tongue to lick the remaining porridge in the spoon clean, bit by bit.
Lu Xunji's eyes were fixed on Xie Ji, and this gesture he made carried a very strong implication.
Xie Ji almost thought that what he was licking with his tongue wasn't porridge at all.
Xie Ji: "..."
This guy really has a high fever.
"It's delicious." Lu Xunji commented after finishing licking it, a little water stain on his lips. "... Good cooking, sweetie."
Xie Ji suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. "Just call me Money Bag, bro. It doesn't feel quite right either, but it's much more normal than this."
Lu Xunji curled the corners of his lips, neither agreeing nor refusing.
Xie Ji could only lower his head again and scoop out a spoonful of porridge for him.
Lu Xunji obediently finished the bowl of porridge. Xie Ji put down the bowl and looked at the spoon with pity.
It looked like Lu Xunji had licked away all the glaze from the ceramic spoon.
"Is that enough?" Xie Ji asked.
Lu Xunji looked at him and nodded.
"I'll go call the doctor." Xie Ji stood up, holding the bowl.
Lu Xunji tugged at Xie Ji's sleeve, pursing her lips. "I'm not going."
"Your fever is probably caused by an infection in your wound. You need to take anti-inflammatory and fever-reducing medication." Xie Ji insisted, "Otherwise, the fever will get worse."
Lu Xunji swallowed hard. "I've already taken my medicine, I'll be fine in a bit."
Xie Ji said, "Then I should go down and wash the dishes too."
Lu Xunji didn't speak, nor did he let go; he just kept looking at Xie Ji with his burning red eyes.
"..."
Xie Ji gave up and sat back down on the edge of the bed. "Then I'll stay with you for a while."
It seems that people are indeed very vulnerable when they are sick, both physically and mentally.
Xie Ji just sat there, Lu Xunji looked at him, and he looked at Lu Xunji.
I felt a little awkward.
Then Lu Xunji broke the awkward silence.
He said, "My mouth is very hot, would you like to try kissing me?"
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