Regret Records of Cultivating a Tyrant

This is where the memory ends. Han Shiqing's eyes darkened slightly, he pursed his lips, poured a cup of warm tea, walked to Jiang Yu's bedside, and splashed forward on that face, and the full cup of tea was spilled on Jiang Yu. Not a single drop remained on his face.

Some were rushing into Jiang Yu's nostrils, causing him to cough violently.

"Cough cough cough..." But thanks to the glass of water, Jiang Yu's nearly burnt head was finally a little sober.

He tried his best to turn sideways, suppressed his cough, his right ear was buzzing, and his whole body seemed to be whining beyond its capacity.

He supported the edge of the bed with his thin and pale hands, barely propped up half of his body, the water dripped down the wet hair, and some slipped into the skirt, leaving shallow water marks on the neck, which was separated under the flickering candlelight. The outside is crystal clear.

Not only was Jiang Yu not annoyed, but he even smiled.

He is not a masochist, he just thinks that Han Shiqing is what he imagined.

"The water came in a timely manner." The boy wiped his face with a sincere smile, and said to Han Shiqing in a very good temper: "It would be even better if it could be put in a cup for me."

"..." The corner of Han Shiqing's mouth twitched, and the anger in his heart suddenly dissipated.

In the past, before Jiang Yu's identity was exposed, when the two of them were on good terms, even if there was a conflict, Jiang Yu could resolve all his temper with one sentence.

The so-called stretch out your hand and don't hit the smiling face, no matter how Han Shiqing hated Jiang Yu, now everyone would pay for the smiling face to accompany him to this extent.

Besides, this is still the 12-year-old Jiang Yu who didn't know about those things in his previous life. Because of emotion and reason, he and Jiang Yu in this life are not worthy of fighting spirit.

Thinking of this, Han Shiqing turned around, picked up the teapot on the table, poured a full cup of tea, and handed it to Jiang Yu, "Drink it, this is the cup, if you want to drink again, pour it yourself, I'll go to bed first."

After finishing speaking, he turned around, took off his shoes, went to the soft bed separated by the screen, hugged his little quilt tightly, turned over, and didn't speak any more.

From Jiang Yu's perspective, he could only see a section of his white socks showing off the edge of the screen, which was a bit cute.

Jiang Yu glanced at the food and wine on the wooden table, then at the night outside the window, and deduced that it should be Haishi by now.

He shook his head and smiled helplessly, thinking that Han Shiqing's habit of eating late at night has been recovered.

The energetic Han Shiqing likes to eat the most. Others eat three meals a day, but he can eat five meals a day.

This is not counting pastries and snacks. If he adds those miscellaneous things, his appetite can almost catch up with that of a big wrestler from Dongyang.

However, during the years when Han Shiqing was sick in bed in his previous life, he ate little and slept little, and often had nightmares. If he hadn't hugged the small quilt he brought from the general's mansion, he couldn't sleep all night.

Seeing that Han Shiqing could eat and sleep now, Jiang Yu was relieved and felt at ease in his heart.

He slowly rubbed the wall of the teacup with his fingertips, rubbing the residual warmth of Han Shiqing's fingers into his skin, and then bit the rim of the cup and drank it down.

Feeling regained some strength, Jiang Yu moved his legs, stepped down on the ground barefoot, and tried hard to stand up.

Who would have thought that the cold and hard limestone would touch the fiery skin, so he shivered, his feet went limp, and he almost fell down.

Jiang Yu gritted his teeth and supported the bedpost, shook his head slightly to dispel the dizziness, walked to the table gropingly, poured himself another cup of tea, and poured it into his stomach.

I felt that I couldn't quench my thirst, so I directly picked up the teapot and poured a whole pot into my mouth, only to feel that the hotness was less than half.

Han Shiqing has always been a bad eater, and the dishes he put on the plate are always swayed by him, and he only picks "good-looking" ones to eat.

Especially ribs, he only eats what looks pleasing to the eye, and when he is reprimanded by General Han, he can also find a lot of fallacies, such as "Eating depends on the eyes", "Only fat and thin ribs with even bones and flesh are suitable for eating." In the stomach of the young master" and so on.

His eyes were locked on the bowls and chopsticks that Han Shiqing had used. Jiang Yu glanced at the white socks on the other side of the screen. Seeing that the socks had not moved, he reached out and picked up the pair of wooden chopsticks scattered on the table, and picked up a piece of thin wooden chopsticks with ease. The pork ribs with a lot of meat were put into his mouth.

Only by eating can he gain strength. Without medicine, he has to eat to overcome this disease.

Although the high fever made his body instinctively disgusted with eating, as long as it was the bowls and chopsticks that Han Shiqing had used, or the food that Han Shiqing had eaten, Jiang Yu would increase his appetite whenever he saw it.

At the beginning, Han Shiqing and him spent a period of time together in the military camp. The army food was in short supply, and the meals of the soldiers were surprisingly poor, but Jiang Yu still ate with great relish.

Just because Han Shiqing was beside him.

Thinking about it this way, in his previous life, if there was no Han Shiqing, he would not know how he survived.