"System, do you want to die?" Ye Moxun gritted his teeth.

"...I won't die." The system hummed reluctantly.

Ye Moxun hadn't slept all night, his eyes were dark and swollen. He was so tired last night that he leaned against the wall by the bed for a short nap. He hadn't closed his eyes all night, and now his eyes were dry and painful. He blinked and looked out the window. It was already dawn.

But his uncle and Aunt Song hadn't returned yet, so it seemed he would have to go to Lin Fuhai's house later. He got up and looked at the person on the bed. Song Tantan showed no signs of waking up, so he turned and went to the kitchen to cook.

Whether in his past life or this one, he was a rich young master who never had to cook in the kitchen himself. He learned to start a fire during his escape, but he only learned to cook porridge. Song Tantan always complained that he was too useless and told him to learn to be self-reliant and not to bother others with every little thing in life.

If he were alone one day, wouldn't he starve to death?

Although he outwardly scoffed at the time, he actually took it to heart. More than a year of fleeing made him realize the importance of survival skills. Relying on others will only lead to your own demise sooner or later, and there's no reason to be pretentious in this world.

Isn't this a perfect example? From yesterday until now, if he couldn't even cook, there were only two possible outcomes: either he would go hungry until Song Tantan woke up or his uncle and the others returned, or he would have to go out and beg for food from other people's homes.

Although he only knew how to cook porridge, he felt gratified because it was a meal he earned through his own efforts. However, thinking about Song Tantan's situation, his uncle who had not returned, and his aunt Song, he couldn't feel good at all.

After lighting the fire, washing the pot, adding water, and once the water boiled, adding rice and some mushrooms to simmer together, the porridge in the pot soon began to smell fragrant.

Ye Moxun put some oil and salt into the pot, scooped out a bowl and was about to eat when he heard a "bang" from inside the house. He put down the bowl and hurriedly ran out of the kitchen.

"Tantan, you're awake." As I walked to the door, I saw the person on the bed struggling to get up, supporting themselves on the bed frame with both hands.

"Lie down quickly and don't move around. How are you feeling now?" Ye Moxun pressed her down, making her lie back down. "Wait here, I'll go get you some porridge."

After drinking the porridge, Song Tantan did not recover immediately. She felt slightly better, but her whole body was still weak and listless. She was not as lucky as last time.

"This bland mushroom porridge is hardly enough to replenish my energy," Song Tantan said weakly.

Ye Moxun's lips twitched. "So what do you think is helpful?"

"At least I need ginseng stewed chicken or something, I... need a lot of nourishment." Song Tantan said seriously.

"Alright, the problem is, where am I supposed to get you ginseng and chicken?" Ye Moxun's face was tense, and he had a bad feeling.

Sure enough, the next second Song Tantan took out a hundred-year-old ginseng from her space, and with her other hand she held a large live chicken, and handed it to him, "Go, kill the chicken, slice the ginseng, stew them separately, put the ginseng in a large bowl with a bowl of water, steam it, then pour the chicken soup into the ginseng soup, and then bring it over for me to drink."

Ye Moxun's forehead veins throbbed as he said, word by word, "I have never killed a chicken before. I don't know how."

"No? You should learn even more! You've killed people, so why can't you kill a chicken?" Song Tantan gave him a look that said, "Who are you kidding?" and then added, "Remember to collect the chicken blood; I like to eat it."

"Hurry up, Auntie and Uncle Zhong haven't come back yet. I need to recover quickly so I can go find them." Although she had been unconscious, this time was different from last time. Last time she was unconscious and had no feeling, but this time she was conscious and knew everything that was happening in the outside world.

Ye Moxun slumped his shoulders, pursed his lips, and with a sour expression, took the ginseng with his left hand and grabbed the chicken with his right, then trudged heavily to the kitchen.

The chaotic scene she had imagined did not occur. The kitchen was as quiet as a chicken's nest. Song Tantan was a little curious whether Ye Moxun, who was making chicken soup for the first time, could handle the job of a chef. She was also a little regretful. What should she do? Would he waste a ginseng and a chicken?

Although the supermarket sold a lot of ginseng, we can't waste it just because there's so much. It's all money. And that big rooster, it's a free-range chicken that's been raised for over a year, it's very nourishing.

"Ye Moxun, A-Xun, come here for a moment." Perhaps because she was used to being frugal, even though she was too weak to get out of bed, she still had the mood to think about things that were wasteful.

"Shut up, don't disturb me while I'm making soup." Ye Moxun's hearing was excellent; he heard even such a soft voice and gave a cold snort of annoyance.

An hour later, Ye Moxun first brought in the ginseng soup in the large bowl, and then brought in a large pot of chicken soup. He poured the chicken soup into the ginseng soup, stirred it well, and then fed Song Tantan spoonful by spoonful.

After drinking the ginseng soup, Song Tantan felt much stronger and was able to sit up. The chicken soup was placed on the small table on the bed. She picked up a chicken leg for Ye Moxun, made a bowl of soup, and then buried herself in eating.

She finished the whole bowl of chicken, not even a drop of soup was left. She rubbed her bulging little belly and slumped onto the bed. "I'm so full. I need to lie down for a while. I'm a little sleepy."

Then Song Tantan fell asleep. Ye Moxun stared at her for a while, and finally could only sigh and resignedly clean up the leftovers.

When he finished washing the dishes and came out, Song Tantan was already dressed and ready to go out. Seeing him come in, she smiled and said, "I've recovered. Ah Xun, let's go find your aunt and your uncle."

She recovered quickly; she looked like she couldn't move just a moment ago, but she was full of energy as soon as he finished washing the dishes. Ye Moxun suspected that she was avoiding washing the dishes.

If Song Tantan knew what he was thinking, she would definitely confront him. She had been in a coma for so long, and even if she recovered, how could he possibly let her wash the dishes? Did he have any conscience?

Someone said he wouldn't feel embarrassed or have a guilty conscience; he hated washing dishes.

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