Jiang Yi, when she was studying in the UK, mostly cooked for herself to save on expenses.
Therefore, she prided herself on her not-too-shabby culinary skills.
In less than half an hour, a simple meal of four dishes and one soup was already on the table.
At the same time, the rice cooker also stopped, and the fluffy rice was ready.
After preparing all of this, she took the thermometer she had bought from the pharmacy to Wen Suihan's bedroom and crouched by the bed, calling out to him several times.
When Wen Suihan opened his eyes, his gaze seemed unfocused.
Jiang Yi whispered in his ear, "Let's take your temperature first, and then you can get up to eat."
It took a while for Wen Suihan's gaze to focus on Jiang Yi's face; he clearly hadn't heard exactly what she had just said, but he saw her unbuttoning his shirt collar.
"What are you doing?" Wen Suihan suddenly asked, his voice hoarse as he spoke.
"Taking your temperature, don't move around."
