I rely on cooking to dominate the ghost killing team

Yi Yong looked at Wuyue very seriously, and repeated his words very seriously.

"I don't take medicine."

After finishing speaking, he lay down sullenly, and never cast a single glance at the medicine bowl in Wuyue's hand from the beginning to the end.

Wu Yue couldn't help being stunned by his resolute refusal, and unconsciously glanced at the steaming medicine.

The medicine powder is light brown, and the brewed medicine is naturally the same brown, slightly cloudy, which looks really bad.It smells like that kind of bitter medicine, and it shouldn't taste very good after all.

When Wu Yue had a fever earlier, she didn't take this medicine, so she wasn't sure if it was really so bad that it was hard to swallow.But looking at this unattractive medicine, Wu Yue herself couldn't help but feel somewhat resistant.

She seems to be able to understand Giyuu's feelings of not wanting to drink medicine.

But understanding belongs to understanding, and medicine still needs to be drunk.Now Yiyong is already looking stupid. If the burning continues like this, then the water column will probably be renamed "Stupid Column".

May let Yiyong lie on the bed for a while.After the medicine in the bowl had cooled down a little and reached a temperature that could be eaten, she grabbed Yiyong's hand and pulled him up from the bed forcefully

"Get up quickly."

She urged, almost exhausting all her strength.As soon as she saw Yiyong sitting up straight, she immediately handed over the medicine bowl.The strong bitter smell made Yi Yong wrinkle his face immediately.He shrank back and nestled back, but May would not let him do so.She quickly pressed Yiyong's shoulder, and forced his half-lying body back.

"The sooner you get sick, the sooner you will recover." Wu Yue touched his forehead, "Do you know that you are almost burned into a little fireman now."

Yiyong lowered his head and didn't answer, but said something inexplicably: "I learned to breathe water."

What he meant probably was that he wouldn't become a Little Fire Man after learning to breathe water.

No... Even if you learn the Breath of Flame, you still can't become Little Fireman!

May thought helplessly.

She consciously cut off the topic that had nothing to do with taking medicine, and continued to persuade.After persuading him for a long time, she couldn't help feeling a little anxious, and said to Yiyong angrily: "Don't be like a child!"

Yi Yong was startled, and finally raised his eyes to look at May.

Taking advantage of his rare focus on himself, Wuyue continued: "Drink it quickly. Please think about your own body. I'm not trying to harm you—I'm letting you drink the medicine for your own good ah!"

Giyuu's expression was slightly shaken.Looking at Wuyue's resolute eyes, Yiyong probably knew that he could not escape from the bitter medicine.He pursed his lips, looked at the medicine in Wuyue's hand several times, and looked away several times because he thought of the bad taste of the medicine.

After struggling for a long time, he finally made up his mind, grabbed the medicine bowl, held his breath, closed his eyes, drank it, and finally threw the bowl aside proudly, sighing heavily.

"It's over." He said hoarsely, "Is it all right?"

Wuyue accurately caught the falling bowl, put it away firmly, then rubbed Yiyong's head, and praised him in a tone like praising a child, which made Yiyong look satisfied.

Under the effect of the cold medicine, the feeling of sleep soon came up.Yiyong yawned several times, but he still held on.Several times, his eyes were already closed, but he barely opened them after a while, which made Wuyue very puzzled.

She gently brushed Yiyong's shattered hair to the sides, and helped him wipe the thin sweat off his forehead, and asked in a low voice, "Are you tired? Why don't you sleep?"

"I'm afraid you won't be there when I wake up." His deep voice was full of sleepiness, "Just like that day, you disappeared all of a sudden... I'm sorry, I said too much to you at that time. I shouldn't be so Said."

May smiled.She quietly put her hand under the quilt and hooked Yoshiyuki's index finger.

"It's okay. Those words are not too much." She said lightly, "I will be by your side, so you can have a good sleep. Don't worry."

Hearing Wu Yue's words, Yi Yong seemed relieved.He raised a weary smile, closed his eyes with peace of mind, and soon fell into a deep sleep.Wuyue withdrew her hand and found a comfortable position to sit down.She also found a boring book in Giyuu's bookcase, which would give her a little time to pass the time.

Yiyong didn't seem to be sleeping very well, and Wuyue could always hear his moaning and humming.He also woke up a few times, and every time he opened his eyes, he had to look around and see Wuyue by his side, so he continued to fall asleep with confidence.

Falling asleep in such a daze, it seems that Yiyong didn't sleep for too long.After reading dozens of pages of May's book, he sat up.

"Oh... my head hurts."

He whispered something.

Wu Yue put the book upside down on the table and felt her body temperature.I don't know if it's an illusion, but she seems to feel that Giyuu's body temperature has dropped a little.

She lowered her hand and closed the book completely.

"Do you still feel uncomfortable?"

Yiyong shook his head, and suddenly said, "Mayue, let's play shogi."

"But I don't know how to play." Wu Yue confessed to him, "I don't know how to play any chess."

Even flying chess, all chess games are uncharted territory in May.

"It's okay, I can teach you."

"Um... well."

May, who didn't really want to learn chess, responded perfunctorily, and then changed the subject.

"Speaking of which, don't you feel hungry?"

I don't know if Yiyong is hungry or not, but May is hungry anyway.However, she was really embarrassed to say such overly explosive words at such a time, so she had no choice but to ask Yiyong to express her thoughts.

"hungry."

Giyuu is also very frank.

"Then I'll cook." Supporting the tatami floor, May stood up, "Can I cook porridge for you?"

Yiyong didn't hear the second half of her sentence very clearly, so he just answered "Yes" wholeheartedly.

May walked out of the room.This time Yiyong is no longer following behind him in step. It seems that the cold medicine has indeed worked.A full recovery is probably only a matter of time.

Feeling at ease in May.She felt that she might like the usual Giyuu a little more—but the sick Giyuu was indeed cuter, which she couldn't deny.

If only volunteers could be as honest and forthright as they were when they were sick, that would be great.

May began to think wildly.

Lighting the fire and starting the stove, May cooked a pot of thick porridge.She doesn't really want to drink porridge herself, so she just reheated the leftovers from yesterday and prepared to mix it with egg and soy sauce.She just wants to fill her stomach casually.

But her bowl of egg bibimbap made Yiyong stare straight at his eyes, but the hot porridge did not take a bite.

"I want to eat this."

Yiyong pointed to the bowl in May's hand.

"Eh?" Wu Yue hid to the side, and unconsciously acted to protect food, "But it's not good for people with a cold to eat this kind of food. And I cooked porridge for you."

The implication is don't come to grab her food.

Yi Yong moved his lips, as if he wanted to say something, but he remained silent in the end.He quietly picked up the bowl, and stirred the thin porridge with a spoon, trying to let the heat out of it.He seemed to be able to accept the fact of eating porridge, but his eyes still drifted to the egg bibimbap.

Every glance is a sigh.It's a pity that even sighing can't change the reality that he wants to drink porridge, and looking more will make him sad.

Yiyong looked away, and he stopped looking.

Just when he let go of all his nostalgia for egg bibimbap, a spoonful of egg bibimbap stretched out in front of him.

"Ah—" Wuyue tilted her head and muttered, "I'll just give you one bite."

"Thank you."

Yi Yong ate the gift from May with gratitude, but found that the egg bibimbap was not as delicious as expected.

"I don't feel like eating anything when I'm sick." Wu Yue said to him, "It's not because the egg bibimbap is not tasty."

It turned out to be bibimbap for eggs, not justifying him.

After eating, Giyuu's sleepiness was completely gone.He grabbed the book that May had read partly, turned to a page at random, and read it as if to relieve fatigue.

After a while, May, who went out, came back.There was an extra briquette in her hand.

The reason why the briquettes were brought here was because Wu Yue had a wild guess in her mind.

Giyu when he was sick was very different from his usual self, so Wu Yue naturally felt that, compared to usual Giyu, maybe Briquette would be willing to be intimate with him now.

May, who has been working on improving the extremely bad relationship between a man and a cat for a long time, feels that she cannot let go of such a golden opportunity.

So the briquettes were dragged here.

It was hugged by Wuyue, flicking its tail, its big round eyes swept every corner of the room.This is the first time it has come to Giyuu's room.

Wu Yue walked to Yiyong's bedside with the briquettes in his arms.He wanted to put it next to Yiyong, but as soon as he got close to Yiyong, the briquettes suddenly became noisy, kicking his limbs vigorously.

This struggle made it successfully jump out of Wuyue's arms.

The briquettes that landed in an extraordinarily light posture shook their bodies first, then their ears, and walked out the door without looking back. Except for the cat hair all over the floor, they did not leave any nostalgia. Didn't even look at Yiyong.

May, which was committed to improving the relationship between humans and cats, failed again.

"Hey... It seems that it really doesn't like you. It doesn't like being hugged either. Could it be because of its personality?"

She sighed helplessly, and sat back beside Yi Yong again.Yiyong's eyes have moved from the book to him, as if he is a little confused.

"Why are you holding the cat?"

This question sounds a bit inexplicable, Wuyue thought for a long time but couldn't think of a suitable answer.

In fact, Yiyong didn't give her much time to think about the answer.

He held Wu Yue's wrist, and it didn't take much strength at all, it was enough to make Wu Yue who was sitting beside him lose his balance.

Giyuu supported her back and let her fall into his arms.

"Why don't you hold me? I want you to hold me."

Giyuu who hugged her tightly said a meaningless sentence.

They were lying together, the distance between them was unprecedentedly close, and they could even clearly feel his body temperature.

The breath he exhaled and the words he spoke were all tinged with scorching heat.

"May."

he said hoarsely.

"I really... really like you."