Song Ting originally planned to cook matsutake fish soup for him, but he still wanted to eat sour fish soup.

Adding pickled cabbage, chili peppers, and some spices makes it very appetizing. However, Song Ting, concerned about his poor health, always told him not to eat too much.

Taking this opportunity, he thought he might be able to soften his stance and act coquettishly to persuade the commander to relent.

Song Ting kissed him on the corner of his mouth, then went to scoop out the fish belly: "We just ate yesterday, we can't eat anymore, let's eat matsutake today."

Why.

I still didn't agree.

She probably felt that seeing his expression would make her give in, so she simply didn't look at him and didn't even lift her head.

Chu Huaixu found it amusing, and his lips barely moved before he felt an itch in his throat and began to cough again.

The fever kept coming back and forth and wouldn't go away. Now, after a bit of cold air, it felt like the fever had started again. Every bone in my body felt sore, cold sweat kept pouring out, and my vision started to go black intermittently.

Chu Huaixu did not want to disturb Song Ting, so he stood still without moving or speaking, and coughed for a while with his head down.

Once the symptoms of blackening and dizziness subsided, he managed a weak smile and squatted down in front of Song Ting.

He gently rubbed his knee against the other person's, looked at Song Ting, and said softly, "But I want to eat."

This is a straightforward and blatant display of affection.

Song Ting: "..."

What could Song Ting say? He had no choice but to compromise.

...

According to Chu Huaixu's current stomach condition, he can't actually eat spicy food. Song Ting looked at the dense layer of red chilies floating in the soup bowl and really wanted to scoop them all out and then ask Chef Wang to chew them all up and eat them.

I clearly told them to add too little chili, did a dog bite off your ear?!

Chu Huaixu stared longingly at the sour fish soup, reaching for it with his chopsticks several times, but Song Ting stopped him each time.

"Wait a minute, remove some of the chili before you eat. Your stomach isn't good, you can't handle so much spice."

Chu Huaixu felt a little wronged, but he didn't object and let Song Ting scoop out the chilies.

When "Man Jiang Hong" was reduced to a small, lonely patch, he finally couldn't hold back any longer. He pursed his lips, grasped Song Ting's wrist, and stared straight at her, his grievances and dissatisfaction completely undisguised.

Song Ting also looked at him, her brows furrowing deeply.

Chu Huaixu: "It doesn't taste good without chili peppers."

Song Ting: "..."

Song Ting was defeated again.

As expected, no one can escape the allure of a beautiful woman, not even the King of Hell. Even knowing that Chu Huaixu was feigning helplessness, he still couldn't bear to disappoint him.

"Then you can only eat a little." He scooped two spoonfuls of soup into the white jade bowl, picked up a piece of fish, and fed it to Huaixu's mouth, half threatening and half coaxing, "Otherwise you can't eat any at all."

"..."

Chu Huaixu stared at the small amount of food at the bottom of the bowl and fell silent.

It's only a little bit, really. The Commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard is a man of his word.

But something is better than nothing. Chu Huaixu is easily satisfied now, and he picked up a slice of fish and ate it.

"Cough cough..."

The spiciness of the fish slices made him cough again. Chu Huaixu was afraid that Song Ting would change her mind and not even let him drink the two sips of fish soup. He coughed and quickly drank the bottom of the bowl. After drinking, he covered his chest and tried his best to stop himself from coughing.

But a cough isn't so easily stopped; the more you try to suppress it, the worse it gets, "cough cough cough..."

Song listened to his deliberately suppressed cough and looked at his eyes, which were red and misty from coughing, and her heart clenched.

It felt as if someone had audaciously stabbed him in the heart and then rubbed salt into it, trying to make him suffer excruciating pain.

—We'll have to drag Chef Wang out and chop him up to feed the dogs later.

—Useless idiot!

"Eat slowly, I'm not going to take it from you. If you keep messing around, I really won't let you eat anymore." Song Ting patted his back gently while handing him a glass of water. "Drink some water to calm down the spiciness."

"I understand." Chu Huaixu didn't take the glass of water, but instead took a sip from his hand.

Then he laughed and said, "I've never skimped on your food or clothes before, so why do you act like you're afraid I'll eat too much now that you're supporting me? You're so stingy, Song Xiaogou..."

Song Ting laughed along, but as she laughed, her eyes suddenly reddened.

And it's getting more and more popular.

"Oh no, the puppy seems to have cried because of me." Chu Huaixu gently tapped his forehead, seemingly helpless. "What should I do? I just wanted to eat some fish. I won't eat it anymore."

"No, I didn't cry." Song Ting hugged him, burying her head in his neck, trying her best to suppress those negative emotions. "I was just a little bit bothered by the spiciness..."

...

This was the third bowl of medicine today, fed by Song Ting, without letting Chu Huaixu get a hand to it.

In just a few days, Chu Huaixu lost even more weight, and now he's practically skin and bones.

"Alright, you've finished drinking, good boy." Song Ting fed him the last mouthful of medicine, shamelessly licking away the medicine stains from the corner of his mouth [ignore].

But he ignored it and didn't dare to push his luck. Chu Huaixu's body was now as fragile as paper, easily broken if touched.

Would you like some dried apricots?

Chu Huaixu shook his head and remained silent.

He used to frown at the sight of medicine, but now he can drink it without batting an eye, without even needing dried fruit.

He would drink seven or eight bowls of medicine a day, and he got used to even the bitterest medicine.

Song Ting wanted to raise her hand to rub his head, but she didn't know where to put her hand. The Gu poison was in its final stage, and Chu Huaixu was in pain all over his body, all the time.

The pain was excruciating, even from the slightest touch or rubbing, and he had fainted from the pain several times. Song Ting was now completely afraid to touch him.

But sitting or lying down like this is also painful. The bed is covered with a dozen or so layers of fox fur blankets, so soft that half of a person can be embedded in them when lying down.

But it was no use for Chu Huaixu; the pain was still there, and sleeping on ten layers of fox fur blankets was no different from sleeping on a board of nails.

The slightest movement would cause him to turn pale with pain and break out in a cold sweat.

These past few nights, he has almost always stayed up until dawn. Every time Song Ting came in, he could see that this person looked like a water ghost who had just climbed ashore from the lake, completely wet from head to toe.

Even the brocade quilt on her body and the fleece blanket underneath looked as if they had been pulled out of the water.

It was from being soaked in cold sweat wave after wave.

Song Ting watched, but there was nothing she could do.

"You went to Xiangguo Temple again?" Chu Huaixu asked.

Song Ting nodded and said, "Mm."

Chu Huaixu spoke softly, his eyes crinkling with a smile: "You smell so strongly of incense on you."

"Then I'll go change my clothes first," Song said upon hearing this.

However, the moment he moved, Chu Huaixu grabbed his collar, shook his head, and said, "No need to change."

Song Ting really didn't move, and the two of them quietly leaned against each other.

A few months ago, probably no one would have imagined that the two of them could be so calm and peaceful.

“Don’t go there anymore,” Chu Huaixu suddenly said.

"..." Song Ting pursed her lips and remained silent.