Although An Yuan'er was supposed to be taking care of Lan Jingtang, Lan Jingtang was actually very easy to take care of and didn't need An Yuan'er to put in much effort at all.
Most of the time, An Yuan'er would just brew medicine and cook for him, and occasionally tell him some funny stories.
It is said that when you are in a good mood, your body recovers faster.
Moreover, An Yuan'er didn't know if it was just her imagination, but although she was the one taking care of him, it was actually Lan Jingtang who was accommodating her most of the time.
Unlike Lan Jingtang, Yi Chenli would keep an eye on him, not letting An Yuan'er stay up late reading novels, not letting An Yuan'er eat greasy and spicy food, and so on.
Lan Jingtang would indulge An Yuan'er's whims, as long as she was happy. The next day, he would prepare refreshing tea for her to help her recover from the fatigue of staying up all night. He would also prepare cooling herbal tea in advance if An Yuan'er ate greasy or spicy food.
Lan Jingtang's influence is more subtle and gradual; you often don't even notice its presence, yet it is always there.
In addition to medication, dietary supplements are also important after an injury.
An Yuan'er researches dietary supplements and always prepares delicious meals for Lan Jingtang.
An Yuan'er's cooking has its moments of brilliance, sometimes making exceptionally delicious dishes, and other times turning out to be utterly awful.
That day, An Yuan'er made two dishes: stewed black-boned chicken with wolfberry and yam, and stewed meat with eucommia.
"Try it, Chef An's work."
As the girl presented the two dishes like treasures, with her hands rubbing together and her expectant eyes looking at him, Lan Jingtang obliged and began to taste them.
With the wounds on his hands scabbed over, Lan Jingtang no longer needed to be fed as before. He picked up a spoon and ate by himself.
"Is it good?" An Yuan'er asked, looking at him.
Lan Jingtang shook his head.
"Then it won't taste good." The girl said with a hint of disappointment.
"Just kidding. It's actually delicious." To prove he was telling the truth, Lan Jingtang ate everything An Yuan'er made, leaving not a single piece.
Finishing all the food is probably the greatest compliment to the cook. An Yuan'er said proudly, "I knew it! Chef An's dishes are always top-notch."
Lan Jingtang echoed her, "Yes, the black-boned chicken is stewed until it's very tender, and the soup is sweet but not greasy. The stewed meat is also very flavorful and not too salty."
Receiving affirmation boosted An Yuan'er's confidence: "Then I'll make it for you again next time, Lan Jingtang, you need to get better soon."
“Okay,” Lan Jingtang nodded.
After finishing her meal, An Yuan'er cleaned up the dishes and went back to the kitchen.
Normally, An Yuan'er only makes one serving, which she gives to Lan Jingtang. Today, she bought too many ingredients, so there's one serving left.
Adhering to the principle of not wasting food, An Yuan'er presented another portion, ready to enjoy it properly. However, she spat it out as soon as she took the first bite.
The two medicinal dishes were made with one salty and one sweet flavor, but An Yuan'er was too careless when making them. She made the black-boned chicken salty and the stewed meat sweet.
After changing the flavor, the taste was very strange. An Yuan'er couldn't eat a single bite.
She thought of Lan Jingtang, who had finished his meal as if nothing had happened. Moreover, even though the black-boned chicken was supposed to be salty and the stewed meat was supposed to be sweet, Lan Jingtang had said it backwards.
An Yuan'er finally realized that something was wrong. She thought that everything would be fine after Lan Jingtang recovered from his injuries.
But it was obvious that Lan Jingtang was hiding something from her.
An Yuan'er rushed out of the kitchen, went to the pharmacy, and found Lan Jingtang, who was inside tasting medicine.
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