She randomly grabbed a set of pajamas and helped Song Shiyu put them on. She was just about to head to the kitchen to prepare so food when he suddenly asked, Where are you going?
You barely touched the porridge on the table outside. Arent you hungry? asked Ji Fanyin.
Are you going to cook for ?
Ji Fanyin had to ponder for a mont before giving her response.
Ji Xinxin did cook at tis though she isnt good at it, so it should be fine to accept his request.
Paying him a visit Showing concern Making food. This should be the standard taking care of an ill acquaintance procedure, right?
Of course. You dont trust my cooking skills? asked Ji Fanyin.
No. Song Shiyu was quiet for a mont before he asked awkwardly, Will you co back after youre done cooking?
Of course, Ji Fanyin lied.
With those words, Song Shiyu returned to bed at ease.
Ji Fanyin had to ransack the barren kitchen in order to gather sufficient ingredients for a pot of egg congee with spring onions. By the ti the aroma of porridge started wafting from the electric pot, Song Shiyus service hours were nearly up.
By then, he had already fallen into deep sleep under the influence of dicine.
So, Ji Fanyin switched the electric pot to Heating mode lest her porridge turned cold. She took one last look at the clock and saw that there was another minute to go. She used this ti to enter his bedroom and ticulously took out the next dosage of dicine for him so that he wouldnt get it wrong again.
With that, her job was done. She walked out of Song Shiyus house coolly.
Will you co back after youre done cooking?
Of course not.
Words that are spoken in the midst of a dreamah no, it should be service hourscant be trusted at all.
Song Shiyu woke up at six the following morning. The sky was already starting to brighten up. There was no one else in his room, but the lit lamp and the pills sitting on his bedside table were evidence that soone had dropped by to visit him.
Possibly because he had finally eaten the dicine correctly this ti around, he felt much more clear-headed than he was yesterday.
He pressed his hand against his forehead, which was still throbbing in pain, as he called out, Ji Fanyin?
There was no response.
He slowly sat up. There was a post-it note on the bedside table, and he quickly tore it off and read it: Rember to take your dicine after breakfast! Also, make sure that you take your temperature to check if your fever has gone down. If not, youll have to head to the hospital.
The ssage was written in Ji Xinxins handwriting, and it was signed off with Ji Xinxins na too.
Song Shiyu read the ssage a few tis before he finally rose to his feet and headed out with a frown. Barely after he took a few steps, he suddenly turned around to grab the thermoter on the bedside table and place it into his mouth before leaving his bedroom.
The mont he opened his door, he was welcod by the aroma of food.
Despite thinking that he didnt have much of an appetite, Song Shiyus stomach started growling loudly. So, he made his way into the kitchen with pursed lips.
There was no one in the kitchen too, but steam was rising from an electric pot.
He lifted the lid and saw warm congee inside. His frown slowly loosened up.
He served himself a bowl of congee before heading back to his bedroom to grab his phone. There were two seconds of hesitation for a mont there, but he decided to send a ssage to Ji Fanyin nevertheless: You accompanied for the entire night? Thanks. My fever has subsided.
Ji Fanyins reply ca a few hours later: Id ask you for overti wages if I stayed with you that long.
Song Shiyu, who was already in the company by that point, couldnt help but chuckle to himself. He was starting to think that Ji Fanyins claim that she no longer liked him was nothing more than a lie.
Despite saying such words, she still cant help but worry about .
Ji Fanyin: Would you like to make a reservation? If not, Ill be eting other clients.
Song Shiyu:
Shes just acting right?
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