Jing Li quickly felt the benefits of his hand injury.

"...Open your mouth." Qin Zhao scooped a spoonful of porridge, blew it cool and fed it to Jing Li's mouth.

The porridge is made from rice with a few chopped vegetable leaves and a few drops of sesame oil, cooked until it is soft and delicious.

Jing Li drank it in one gulp and his stomach felt warm.

He really still likes this feeling. He does nothing every day, and someone takes care of everything for him and feeds him.

It would be great to be a pet and have free food and drink.

Qin Zhao smiled softly and fed him another spoonful: "So do you want to be my pet, or do you want to be my husband?"

Jing Li accidentally said what was in his heart, and he didn't feel embarrassed. He thought seriously for a moment: "Can't I have both? Half and half!"

Qin Zhao paused, not knowing what he was thinking about, and tilted his head to cough lightly.

Jing Li: “?”

"Half and half means..." Qin Zhao said slowly, "A pet during the day and a husband at night?"

Jing Li: “…”

He was stunned for a moment before he realized what Qin Zhao meant, and his ears turned red instantly.

This, this, this——how can this person say such obscene things!

Jing Li glared at the man in front of him in embarrassment. He had always thought that this man was a serious and pure man who had no such thoughts at all!

"Okay, don't be angry." Qin Zhao quickly smoothed over the matter, "I was just joking."

Jing Li: "Hmph."

Qin Zhao: "Not eating anymore?"

Jing Li: “…Yes.”

After dinner, it was Jing Li's turn to learn how to read. With his hands bandaged like this, he couldn't write, so Jing Li openly took a break and asked Qin Zhao to read to him.

In fact, Jingli now knows quite a few words.

After all, he had studied for a few years in modern times and had basic learning ability. Although he could not have a photographic memory and a strong memorization like Qin Zhao, simple literacy was not too difficult for him.

Therefore, after studying for a few months, ordinary life will not be a problem unless you encounter particularly uncommon words.

He pestered Qin Zhao to read to him just to act like a spoiled child.

And now he can speak and make choices freely. He no longer has to listen to Qin Zhao reading those boring and difficult scriptures like when he was a koi.

"...The second book over there." Jing Li pointed to one of the shelves on the top of the bookshelf.

His bookcase was very large, almost filling up the entire wall behind the desk. Most of it was filled with Qin Zhao's medical books and books for the imperial examinations, and only a small column of books belonged to him.

The copy of "Monster Records" had been thrown into the innermost part, gathering dust, while the rest were storybooks he had bought from the bookstore.

There was a small incident when I bought these storybooks.

When the bookstore clerk heard that Jing Li wanted to buy a storybook, he almost led him directly to the bookshelf where "Spring Boudoir Secret Affairs" was displayed. Fortunately, Qin Zhao stopped him in time.

Fortunately, Jing Li still hasn't figured out the difference between the writing of "瑰" and "闱", so the secret is kept secret for the time being.

Qin Zhao took the storybook that Jing Li asked for, turned around and saw that his Xiaoyu was already lying on the bed with a quilt in her arms.

...I was fully prepared to listen to the story.

Jing Li came back too late today, and it was already dark. Qin Zhao placed the oil lamp on the bedside and handed the book to Jing Li. Jing Li quickly found the page he had read earlier and pointed to it: "Start here."

The popular vernacular novels nowadays mostly talk about love and romance, and they particularly prefer stories that are romantic, lingering, and tragic. When read by Qin Zhao with that serious tone, they not only do not feel touching, but are just funny.

When Jing Li heard him read the storybook for the first time, he almost rolled off the bed with laughter.