"So what if I'm a picky eater? Plain porridge is indeed tasteless. I want meat porridge. You can't not have it, can you?" As she spoke, she looked at Qin Su defiantly, the meaning of which was self-evident: I'm the patient, I'm the boss.
Qin Su had never seen Mo Lan act like a rogue before. After a slight pause, he chuckled and said, "You are injured, so you should naturally follow the doctor's instructions to recover quickly."
"I injured my shoulder, not my stomach, so what does it have to do with food? Besides, I lost a lot of blood from the injury, so I need to nourish myself even more."
Mo Lan rolled her eyes at him. She vowed that once she recovered, she would stay far away from him and never get any closer.
Qin Su quietly looked at Mo Lan. After a brief standoff, she finally gave in.
“Listen to the rain, come in.”
"Young Master, what are your orders?"
Tingyu was brewing medicine at the door when she heard her master's summons, and immediately rolled in, clutching a handful of herbs in her hand.
"Did you hear that? Can patients eat meat porridge?" Qin Su stared at him and asked seriously.
“Uh? Well, for example, fish and mutton are considered ‘heaty’ foods, which are not good for wound healing… But other meats can indeed be eaten in smaller quantities to replenish energy.” Tingyu spoke up despite the pressure.
"In that case, let's go cook some porridge." Qin Su nodded, speaking as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Tingyu stared at his master in disbelief. He was a doctor, not a cook, but seeing the young master's unwavering expression, he dared not utter the words that were on the tip of his tongue.
"······yes,"
Seeing Qin Su compromise, Mo Lan finally looked away from his face and noticed the snacks he was holding. "The snacks are just the right amount. Bring them over so I can have something to eat first."
Qin Su twitched his lips. This woman, she's gotten used to being bossed around?
"No rush, let Tingyu finish cooking the porridge and come over. We can also have him check if this snack is safe to eat." As she spoke, Qin Su glanced at Wufeng standing at the door, and the man immediately understood.
"Miss Frost, please step forward. I have a few questions to ask you."
"I have no skills that you can learn from," Han Shuang said, glancing at her master with a disapproving look.
Mo Lan leaned against the headboard, looking at Qin Su with a half-smile, her expression full of provocation.
Do you think you can just order my subordinates around as you please?
Receiving Mo Lan's gaze, Qin Su pursed his lips and moved the tray he was holding back slightly. If Mo Lan did not compromise, the tray could be taken away by Wu Feng in the next instant.
"Cough~, Han Shuang, I'm fine for now. You've been working hard for a day and a night. Go and rest for a while. With Prince Qin's people taking care of you, you'll be fine."
"Yes," Han Shuang thought to herself as she left, "I must bring Hua Bao with me next time, so that if anything happens, there will be someone to replace her."
When only the two of them were left in the room, Mo Lan couldn't help but roll her eyes at him, "Aren't you afraid of losing face by competing with Han Shuang?"
"Heh~, when have you ever cared about my status?" Qin Su placed the tray in front of her, then sat down on the bedside. His gaze swept over the blankets covering her; sky blue was his favorite color, clean and refreshing.
Mo Lan picked up a piece of jujube cake, took a bite, and found it to be just the right amount of sweetness.
“You’re right about that. I’ve never cared about your identity, so I don’t think there’s anything wrong with mine. In chaotic times, being able to live peacefully is a skill.”
"Yes, I agree with your point of view. As long as you have enough ability to protect the people you want to protect, what does it matter what your identity is?"
As the old saying goes, it's better to be a dog in a prosperous era than a human in a chaotic one; that's the point.
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