In her picky eating, she subconsciously picked out corn kernels to eat but clearly didnât want to eat other things.
Chu Heng noticed and suddenly said, "Iâll feed you."
"Ah..." Ye Muyu instinctively wanted to refuse, but when she looked up and met Chu Hengâs serious face, she inexplicably felt a little guilty, sensing that he might have seen through her little thoughts.
"Well, I..." Ye Muyu glanced at the medicine beside the table and realized that Chu Hengâs words had made her lose her composure; she had even drunk the medicine first!
"Ahem, I want to drink the medicine first." Ye Muyu looked at him with a guilty conscience.
Chu Hengâs face showed no emotions. She weakly finished speaking and reached out to pick up the medicine.
Just as she touched the medicine bowl, a big hand snatched it away before her.
Ye Muyu dared not compete with him, so looking at the spoon in front of her, she closed her eyes and chose to obediently drink the medicine.
The medicine was bitter, but Ye Muyu had no aversion to it, only thinking of drinking it quickly to recover soon, avoiding feeling guilty with everything she did.
Unconsciously, the medicine bowl was emptied.
"Ahem, Iâve finished drinking." Ye Muyu felt somewhat boastful, thinking, maybe now Chu Heng wouldnât be angry anymore?
Chu Heng indeed wasnât angry anymore, instead, he picked up a bun for her.
"Your favorite pork and scallion stuffing, give it a try."
Seeing Chu Hengâs softened expression, Ye Muyu breathed a sigh of relief and didnât refuse the bun, only wanting to rid the bitterness in her mouth.
The bun was still fragrant, but she had no appetite; after eating one, she could no longer taste the flavor, only feeling greasy.
Chu Heng seemed to notice and didnât force her.
However, he picked some spicy sour shredded potatoes for her.
It wasnât much, just two or three bites could finish it.
Ye Muyu frowned, "Can I... Can I not eat anymore? I drank too much, my stomach feels bloated."
Her words were half-true; the portion of medicine and chicken soup wasnât much, just small bowls smaller than a palm.
Ye Muyu even suspected that the reason for the small portion was due to Chu Hengâs worry that if she drank too much soup, she wouldnât be able to eat.
No wonder he didnât object to her suggestion to drink the medicine first.
This matter actually had clues, knowing from tonightâs smaller medicine bowl.
Ye Muyu couldnât help but glance at him sincerely.
Unfortunately, Chu Heng was adept at reading minds, how could he not notice her little thoughts, "Letâs give it a try, I believe you can do it."
Ye Muyu: "..." Why does it feel strangely like being coaxed as a child...
Despite thinking this way, Ye Muyu still opened her mouth to eat.
Sure enough, after two or three bites, she couldnât eat anymore.
Chu Heng seemed to have figured out her appetite and then picked a bit more food for her.
Just when Ye Muyu felt full, he stopped.
"Walk for a while before resting, or youâll feel worse with a heavy stomach." Chu Heng hadnât started eating yet.
After saying that, without waiting for Ye Muyu to refuse, he directly called Su Mei to come in and help her walk.
Ye Muyu opened her mouth.
Seeing Su Mei had come in, clearly waiting for orders, she felt somewhat helpless but indeed feared throwing up again, so she cooperated.
Su Mei supported her, walking slowly, Ye Muyu leaning on her, feeling somewhat depressed: "How is Nuanbao doing?"
"The Young Master woke up a few times during the day, but with Chun Xing watching over him, he wasnât startled again and is recovering well."
"Chun Xing has always followed Your instructions, telling stories to distract the Young Master when heâs awake."