Give A Kiss To Paranoid Men [Quick Transmigration] - 27.3
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When she put the ingredients in the refrigerator, it was already 4 or 5 PM. She found an unnecessary cloth sheet and spread it in the yard, then put her quilt on it to dry.
The quilt was placed in a pile of weeds and it seemed a little comfortable. Ji Ting couldn’t hold back. She took off her shoes and lay on it, then rolled around a bit. After enjoying the fun, she felt better.
Shen Tuchuan stood quietly at the window on the second floor, looking at the stupid woman downstairs, wondering why he would tolerate her staying here until now.
He watched her for a bit, and the longer he watched her the more he thought that she was stupid. He turned around and returned to the sofa to continue reading, no longer caring about her.
Not knowing that her IQ was being looked down upon, Ji Ting laid down in the yard and fell asleep. She slept for a long time before returning to the house and simply cleaned up the room where she stayed.
Then it was night again, and Ji Ting went to the kitchen for dinner. Unsurprisingly, she saw that she had two stinky buns again. In the face of the provocative eyes of those in the kitchen, she went back calmly carrying the lunch box.
Shen Tuchuan looked awkward, and after seeing the meal, he was disgusted and said, “Not hungry, take it away.”
His voice was weak, and listening to it, it definitely was not the same as it had been in the morning. She hurried over to feel his forehead. Shen Tuchuan paused and knocked her over indifferently.
Ji Ting didn’t mind, but just said softly, “Master, you seem to have a slight fever again. Eat something, take your medicine, and then go to bed to rest.”
“Not eating.” Shen Tuchuan saw the greasy pork belly on the table and his stomach felt nauseous.
Ji Ting saw his gaze and understood. Originally when one was sick they would have little appetite. This was both fried and with rice, just looking at it one could tell that it was not easy to swallow.
“If you take medicine directly without eating, your stomach will probably be uncomfortable. Wait for me, I’ll be back soon.” Ji Ting took rice and went downstairs.
Shen Tuchuan glanced at the direction she left, then back into the dining box. There were still two buns inside, and it seemed as if they had been left over from multiple nights before.
Ji Ting ran to the small kitchen on the first floor with the rice. She washed a pot, poured rice into the pot with a bowl of water, then simmered on the fire. She took some shrimp, eggs, and shallots from the ingredients she had bought today. Then she chopped them and added them to the pot. She let it stew for ten minutes and then added some salt and seasoning. She held it with a towel and went upstairs.
Before she reached upstairs, Shen Tuchuan had already smelt the fresh fragrance of the congee. He had originally planned to go back and rest but stopped and returned to the table without any expression.
Ji Ting brought the congee in front of him and looked at him expectantly, “Master, this should be easier to swallow. You should drink some. Then take your medicine and sleep.”
“Where did you get these things?” Shen Tuchuan scrutinized her, doubting the origin of her ingredients.
Ji Ting quickly explained, “I really didn’t steal it. I bought it online and got it delivered to me through the back door.”
“Why did you buy these?” Shen Tuchuan tried a bite of congee. It tasted better than expected. A slightly hot feeling spread from his throat to his stomach and his whole body relaxed a lot.
Ji Ting originally wanted to directly tell him that she was being bullied, but after thinking about how this person was already being treated very badly, giving him more stress would increase his depression, making her job even harder. Besides, even if he knew he wouldn’t necessarily be able to help her.
So she said, “I think the food prepared in the kitchen is not good, so I bought some ingredients to make it myself.”
Shen Tuchuan’s fingertips froze. His face suddenly gloomy. Before Ji Ting could ask why, he put the spoon down, looked at Ji Ting indifferently, and returned back to his room.
……What’s wrong with him now? Ji Ting was wondering but just felt that his temper sometimes was so sudden. There was no consistency at all, just like this afternoon.
When Ji Ting thought about what had happened in the afternoon, she suddenly felt like she had overlooked something, but she didn’t think much about it and went downstairs with the congee to finish it herself.
The rancid buns were thrown into the trash, and after a simple tidy up, Ji Ting went back to bed.
For the next period of time, this was her schedule. She went to the kitchen every day to get food. When she came back, she cooked food herself and threw the buns away. Shen Tuchuan originally ate the food cooked in the kitchen, but after eating her cooking several times, he no longer touched the food the kitchen provided, so she could only make a portion for him too.
For four or five days in a row, she got six buns a day. She didn’t know where they got so many buns, and all of them were rancid.
When she was just about to toss the buns again, Shen Tuchuan, who was reading the book, said slowly, “Keep the buns, don’t throw it.”
“……Why keep it?” Ji Ting was worried. These days he always asked about the buns. Intentionally or unintentionally, she was afraid he would not be able to hold back and eat it. With his current body, eating two might land him straight in ICU.
Shen Tuchuan could tell what she was worried about. He frowned and looked at her coldly, “I want you to keep it.”
Ji Ting had no choice but to leave the buns. After two days of fear, she saw that there were no buns missing and immediately felt relieved.
Although she didn’t know why Shen Tuchuan wanted to save the steamed buns, she saved 6 of them a day. She saved more than 20 of them in 4 days. After storing them in the house for a few days, the originally already rancid steamed buns became even stinkier.
“Master, why don’t we throw the buns out, it stinks.” Ji Ting looked sad. She had been cleaning the living room recently and moved the debris to an empty room next to it. Now the living room already looked very good. It’s just that the smell was not so good.
Shen Tuchuan had been taken good care of by her in recent days. The colour of his face had recovered a bit. His eyes had become even more oppressive. His eyes glanced at her indifferently. When Ji Ting thought he was going to refuse, he slowly spoke, “Clean up the buns.”
“Okay, I’ll go do that right now.” Ji Ting laughed.
“Put it in a bag, don’t throw it away.”
Ji Ting paused, but did as he instructed. She went downstairs to find a food bag and packed them in. She was about to ask him what to do with them when she saw Shen Tuchuan had already changed clothes and was heading downstairs. This was the second time Ji Ting had seen him go downstairs.
En, the first time was to urge her to go get food.
Ji Ting was worried, “Master, this really can’t be eaten.”
Shen Tuchuan was displeased, “I won’t eat it.” This woman was so stupid, she actually thought he was going the eat this kind of thing.
Ji Ting looked at him suspiciously, but because of his deterrent power, she dared not refute it. Shen Tuchuan was too lazy to look at her and turned to walk outside.
Ji Ting was stunned for a moment. Only then did she realize that he was not wearing his home clothes now, but an ordinary coat and trousers.
She quickly followed with the bag and nervously asked, “Master, can you go out?”
“My feet are not crippled, why can’t I go out?” Shen Tuchuan felt more and more able to tolerate this idiot by his side, and it turned out that his temper had become too good.
Ji Ting coughed, “I don’t mean that, I mean, why do you want to go out?”
“Shut up, noisy.” Shen Tuchuan responded to her question with minimal words.
Ji Ting’s mouth twitched, and she followed behind him. They kept on walking, and she felt that the road seemed familiar.
……It couldn’t be?
Ji Ting looked at the buns in the transparent bag, and for a moment she did not dare to be sure.
But it turned out that she guessed right because Shen Tuchuan did take her to the kitchen.
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