Gu Junzhu shook his head, "I have no appetite."
Ye Xingbei coaxed him, "You still need to eat something. Eating more helps you resist illness. You don't want to always be sick and have me taking care of you, do you?"
"No, actually," Gu Junzhu said, "I find being taken care of by you quite pleasant."
"..." Ye Xingbei raised an eyebrow, "Are you asking for a beating?"
"Alright then," as a patient being cared for, the Fifth Lord of Gu conceded with a slight grudge, "I'll just have some porridge then, make it thin, preferably just the soup without any rice."
Ye Xingbei chuckled, gave him a glance, got ready to make the porridge, but he caught her hand, "Let the kitchen do it. You don't need to go. Making porridge isn't a skilled task. Let them work. You stay with me."
Ye Xingbei sat back down next to him and called the kitchen, "...make some porridge, add more rice, cook it longer... Yes, make it thick."
Gu Junzhu: "..."
Alright then.
