Jiang Yimei was speechless, feeling like she had encountered a lackey with low intelligence.

Being scolded by his sister-in-law, Gao Jiakai was naturally upset and ashamed: "This... I... I really don't know much about kitchen stuff."

"You're not clueless, you're a complete novice in the kitchen!"

Jiang Yimei, with her arms crossed, stormed back into the kitchen to check if there was still water in the pot.

Fortunately, I set the heat to a low setting and added a lot of water, so there was still some soup left in the pot.

Such a flavorful soup is probably even more nourishing; Lin Congzhi should feel much more energetic after drinking a bowl.

Of course, the taste will be a tiny bit unpleasant, even disgusting.

However, for Lin Congzhi, who was physically weak, even the most disgusting things would seem like delicacies.

She quickly turned off the fire, then called Gao Jiakai, who was standing in the living room reflecting on his mistakes, over to pour out the old duck soup from the pot. She then took out a steamer, fetched a rice scoop, and served rice to Lin Congzhi.

After listening to his sister-in-law's series of instructions, Gao Jiakai understood one thing: "Sister-in-law, aren't you going to feed Brother Lin?"

"Why should I feed him?" Jiang Yimei retorted, then criticized, "Also, I'm not your sister-in-law, don't keep calling me sister-in-law, it's annoying."

Gao Jiakai was so frightened that he fell silent for a few seconds, then pleaded, "Sister-in-law, if you don't feed Brother Lin, he'll 'forget to eat and sleep'."

Jiang Yimei said sternly, "If he wants to die, no one can stop him."

Kao Chia-kai was heartbroken: "How can you bear to see him starve to death?"

Jiang Yimei retorted logically: "The hunger strike is because he's being difficult, not because I don't care. Please get the facts straight."

Lacking confidence and with no other options, Gao Jiakai could only resort to emotional appeal: "In short, please feed Brother Lin a few bites of food, considering how much he cares about you."

Speaking of this, Jiang Yimei recalled everything she had seen in Lin Congzhi's house today.

To be honest, she was deeply moved by Lin Congzhi's love for her. She had never imagined that this aloof and cunning devil would like her so much.

"How about we feed him a couple of bites?"

After hesitating for a few seconds, she made a decision, fed Lin Congzhi two bites, and left.

Tasks like pouring soup, serving rice, and serving dishes were left to Gao Jiakai, this big man.

She then took her packed belongings and went to Lin Congzhi's room first.

"Snap!"

Upon hearing the knock on the door, Lin Congzhi, who had woken up countless times from hunger and had been waiting for it for so long, immediately pretended to be fast asleep and closed his eyes.

Stepping into the room, she saw Lin Congzhi sleeping. She called out softly but seriously, "Lin Congzhi, get up and eat."

Seeing no response, her heart skipped a beat, because the careless guy outside hadn't even turned off the stove for the soup, nor had he served Lin Congzhi any rice. During this time, he might not have been taking care of Lin Congzhi.

Four or five hours have passed. How can Lin Congzhi, who is physically weak, hold on?

She quickly went to the bedside and tried to shake Lin Congzhi's body to wake him up.

"Lin Congzhi, wake up!"

"Lin Congzhi, wake up!"

...

Jiang Yimei was terrified. She called him many times and shook him for a long time, but Lin Congzhi still didn't wake up. She immediately put her finger in front of Lin Congzhi's nose to check his breathing.

Upon discovering that she wasn't breathing, she was struck dumb, as if by a bolt from the blue.