Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Loser System and Berserker Me
Nightmare Assault
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
I, The Dragon Overlord
Horror Game Designer
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 298: Not Your Mother
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 220: Elder
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1126- Choose or be chosen
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1125- Sudden Collapse
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 593: Uncle and Nephew (5)
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 297: I'm Just a Child
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 219: Attraction
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1124- Are you kidding
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 923: Interference
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1123- Finding help
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 592: Uncle and Nephew (4)
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 19: Rat Stampede! The Monsters Are Sieging!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 296: Thirteen
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 218: History
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1122- Breaking Free
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 922: Duel
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1121- Black Mist Formation
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 591: Uncle and Nephew (3)
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 some food when he suddenly asked, “Where are you going?”
“You barely touched the porridge on the table outside. Aren’t you hungry?” asked Ji Fanyin.
“… Are you going to cook for me?”
Ji Fanyin had to ponder for a moment before giving her response.
Ji Xinxin did cook at times though she isn’t 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 don’t trust my cooking skills?” asked Ji Fanyin.
“… No.” Song Shiyu was quiet for a moment before he asked awkwardly, “Will you come back after you’re 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 time the aroma of porridge started wafting from the electric pot, Song Shiyu’s service hours were nearly up.
By then, he had already fallen into deep sleep under the influence of medicine.
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 time to enter his bedroom and meticulously took out the next dosage of medicine for him so that he wouldn’t get it wrong again.
With that, her job was done. She walked out of Song Shiyu’s house coolly.
Will you come back after you’re done cooking?
Of course… not.
Words that are spoken in the midst of a dream—ah no, it should be service hours—can’t 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 someone had dropped by to visit him.
Possibly because he had finally eaten the medicine correctly t
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