Chapter 124 If it hurts, ask the doctor to apply medicine for you

Moss poured a glass of warm water over: "The young master is taking a shower. He is covered in blood. He has been smelling since yesterday..."

Ning Fengsheng nodded. Nanchuan Shijue had been with her all night, covered in blood, and he really hadn't had time to clean himself up.

"As for Mr. Gong...it seems he went to the supermarket to buy groceries."

"Buying groceries?" Ning Fengsheng took a big sip of water and swallowed the medicine. He looked out the window at the gradually darkening sky and asked, "No fight?"

"No, Miss Ning has given the order, how could the young master dare to do anything?" Moss assured.

Ning Fengsheng gave a comical laugh. It was rare for two sworn enemies to be in the same space. They both wanted to kill each other eight hundred times, but this was preventing her from coexisting peacefully?!

Click, the bathroom door opened.

Nanchuan Shijue came out wrapped in a bathrobe and wearing big slippers, as if he was at home: "Are you awake? Are you feeling better?"

"good."

"Ning Fengsheng, if you feel better, I will carry you out of the hospital." Nanchuan Shijue didn't want to wait here for a moment.

Ning Fengsheng turned his face away: "Where are you taking me out of the hospital? I won't go back to Rose Garden."

"..." Nanchuan Shijue's face darkened. "Then where do you want to go back to? The Ning family?"

Returning to Ning's house, Gong Ye followed as usual. There were many people there, and Ning's father and his entire family were there!

"You can go back to any place you want, before that dog comes back--"

"Mr. Nanchuan, if you want to leave, go ahead. Where I go back is my business." Ning Fengsheng said coldly. Didn't he say he would stop pestering her? Why was he following her now?

Nanchuan Shijue was almost mad at her for blood coming out of his chest——

There were footsteps outside the door. Gong Ye came back, followed by his assistant.

The two of them bought a lot of food in large and small bags!

Gong Ye piled all the purchased items into the kitchen built into the ward.

"Shengsheng has a weak stomach, so I'll cook for you myself." He put on an apron, unbuttoned his cuffs, and rolled up his shirt to his elbows, revealing his sleek arms. "I heard that Young Master Nanchuan only knows how to cook?"

Nanchuan Shijue's forehead veins bulged: "For someone like him who can't tell the difference between sugar and salt, who dares to eat the pig food he made?"

Gong Ye smiled calmly. After a moment, the sound of chopping vegetables came from the kitchen...

Then, the assistants exclaimed in amazement: "Boss Gong's knife skills are amazing!" "My God, the way he butchers the turtle is so clean and neat, he must be an experienced hand." "Boss Gong's skills are comparable to those of a five-star master. Miss Ning is in for a treat tonight."

Nanchuan Shijue's face darkened and gloomy: "Shut up!"

This damn palace dog can also cook? Is he a great cook?

Didn’t Moss say that this man is not good at anything except basketball?

Meeting the young master's terrifying gaze, Moss smiled awkwardly: "Young master, I've ordered a seven-star meal tonight, I'm sure Miss Ning will love it."

"Why hasn't it arrived yet?!"

Moss checked his watch. "Almost there, almost there, there are quite a lot of variations, so it's a little slow..."

I don’t believe Gong Ye’s cooking skills can rival those of a professional chef!

Nanchuan Shijue's expression looked a little better. He sat in front of Ning Fengsheng, tore open his nightgown to reveal the wound on his body, and began to apply iodine to it himself.

Ning Fengsheng took a look and saw that they were all flesh wounds...

"That dog was really cruel, Shengsheng..." Nanchuan Shijue stared at her deeply, "It hurts."

"If it hurts, ask the doctor to apply medicine for you!"

Moss chuckled. Mr. Gong was beaten so badly, but he was still cooking in the kitchen... and the young master started to cry out in pain.

"Your hands are more effective than medicine. Touch me..." Nanchuan Shijue came over like a puppy begging for his owner's caress.

"Don't come over here." Ning Fengsheng hardened his heart and pushed his head away.

A fresh aroma wafted from the kitchen.

Ning Fengsheng's nose twitched slightly...

The delicious aroma of the thick soup wafted over her, and it was exactly the same as her grandmother's clay pot soup deep in her memory.

Her throat rolled unconsciously, and suddenly Nanchuan Shijue pinched her chin: "Don't smell it!"

Moss laughed. Why did the young master also want to use a paper ball to block Miss Ning's nose?

"Miss Ning must be hungry. The food I ordered will be here soon. Please bear with me for a while."

Ning Fengsheng didn't say anything, but just sniffed the fragrance again...

"Shengsheng loves crab meat and lion's head soup the most. I'm making it now." Gong Yegong came over with a bowl of soup, smiling. "I was afraid you'd have to wait too long, so I made some soup before I went shopping. Have a bowl of it first to fill your stomach."

The soup is as clear as amber, and the ginseng roots stretch into graceful arcs with the heat. It is the Ning family's ancestral Eight Treasures Tonic Soup.

When did Gong Ye learn it?

"Grandma taught me how to make it." Gong Ye scooped up a spoonful and blew on it. "She said she passed it on to me because when she's gone, someone needs to take care of you."

When Ning Fengsheng mentioned Old Madam Ning, his eyes started to turn red.

Grandma sincerely wished her the best, but unfortunately she didn't know people well enough and thought Gong Ye was a man worthy of her trust.

"Try it?"

"Leave it there. I don't want to drink it now." Ning Fengsheng turned her face away with difficulty. If she ate it, a gas tank would definitely explode.

Gong Ye's face turned slightly cold, and he snapped his fingers: "I wonder if grandma has eaten yet..."

"Gong Ye!"

"I learned it just for you, would you mind trying it?"

Ning Fengsheng's chest heaved twice, and he was about to take the bowl of soup when Nanchuan Shijue sneered viciously, "There's a hair in the soup!"

Gong Ye elegantly stirred the silver threads in the soup. "Mr. Nanchuan has indeed never cooked before. These are precious snow swallow silk threads that have been hand-pulled for many years."

Watching Ning Fengsheng drink it and savor it carefully.

Gong Ye asked expectantly, "How is it?"

"It tastes exactly like what grandma makes..." Ning Fengsheng smiled bitterly.

Gong Ye smiled, a smile that was rare and pure: "If you like it, I will do it for you every day in the future."

"No!" She didn't want to drink what he made.

"Shengsheng, are you reluctant to let me get too tired? It's my honor to cook for you." Gong Ye took off his glasses and put them on his collar. "Drink slowly. I'll make the rest of the dishes."

"What's so great about being able to make soup?" Nanchuan Shijue suddenly rushed into the kitchen.

Before Gong Ye got close, he heard the sound of olive oil splashing, followed by a series of explosions - this guy was actually pouring ice water into the hot oil pan!

"Master!" Moss chased in.

Amidst the billowing smoke, Nanchuan Shijue came out with a smoky face, holding a burnt... let's call it a fried egg.

Ning Fengsheng's temples were throbbing—

This man obviously can't cook, so why does he insist on showing off?

"There's something wrong with this hospital's kitchen!"

"What could be the problem?" Ning Fengsheng was speechless. It was obvious that he himself didn't know how to use it.

"Mr. Gong, your cooking skills are truly exceptional. If you prepare these remaining dishes and Miss Ning tastes one, she'll never be able to leave you again... They say that to capture a woman's heart, you have to capture her stomach..."