Jiang Miao took the sleeping Yingying home, and happened to meet Zhu Kuan coming out with Qiao Songyun at the inner door. She tensed up and handed Yingying to the wet nurse and asked her to take the child away.
"Why are you here, Xiao Qiao?"
Qiao Songyun was a doctor and would not come to the house if nothing happened, let alone being taken care of by Zhu Kuan. She subconsciously thought of Shen Yanqing.
When he went out in the morning, his face looked bad. The temperature had dropped recently and the temperature difference between day and night was large. She had left the window open last night. Shen Yanqing probably caught a cold.
"The adult has a cough. The younger one asked Dr. Qiao to come over for treatment. Now the elder has been prescribed medicine, and the little one is getting through it," Zhu Kuan replied.
"Is it serious?"
Jiang Miao's heart tightened. Shen Yanqing rarely got sick, so she subconsciously thought that he was invincible. She just told him to put on some clothes and go out in the morning, but she didn't expect to find out that he was sick when she came back in the afternoon.
Thinking of this, Jiang Miao felt guilty.
Has she been neglecting Shen Yanqing too much recently, especially after having two children? She has devoted more of her energy to her children.
"My lord has been busy with official duties recently and has not been able to get enough rest. In addition, he caught a cold, which is why it is serious. However, your body is in good health. Take some medicine and rest well, and you will be fine soon."
Qiao Songyun told Jiang Miao a few more important things that needed attention. Jiang Miao took note of them carefully and confirmed them several times before letting him leave.
When she returned to the inner courtyard, the people in the small kitchen just brought the fried medicine over, and Jiang Miao reached out to take it.
"Give it to me."
The maid handed over the tray, and Jiang Miao pushed the door open and entered the inner room.
It was already evening at this time, and the lights were not yet lit in the room, so it seemed a bit dim.
The man on the bed was buried under the quilt. He was sleeping well, but now his brows were furrowed tightly and his face was unusually red.
Jiang Miao walked to the bed with gentle steps, but she still woke him up.
"Miaoya...are you back?"
The man's voice was a little dry, hoarse after a deep sleep.
"Did I wake you?"
Jiang Miao put the medicine bowl on the table and quickly poured him a glass of water for him to drink.
The sick Shen Yanqing was more supple than usual. He sat up and drank half a cup of tea with Jiang Miao's hand.
"alright."
His eyes were lowered, and his lips were gleaming from the water he had just drank, giving him the appearance of a sickly beauty. In normal times, Jiang Miao would have been in the mood to tease him a few words, but now she could only feel distressed.
"Why didn't you tell me that you were so tired recently? You just knew how to hold on by yourself."
Although she couldn't help much with official matters, Jiang Miao still wanted to help him share the burden.
They are husband and wife and should share joys and sorrows.
Shen Yanqing rested his head on her chest and rubbed the corner of his mouth with a smile.
"It's nothing serious. It's just that I caught a cold due to the lower temperature in the past few days. I'll be fine after taking the medicine."
He didn't take this minor illness to heart, and Shen Yanqing felt that Zhu Kuan's call for Qiao Songyun to come over was just making a fuss out of a molehill.
Jiang Miao frowned and looked at him. She put her palms on his face and touched him. It was still a little hot at the moment.
She pinched the soft flesh on his face, causing Shen Yanqing to open his eyes. She was the only one with bright eyes. Jiang Miao's hands stopped like that.
Even though they were an old married couple, she was still not used to Shen Yanqing looking at her like this.
"Ahem! Take the medicine first and then sleep."
The medicine on the table had cooled down, and Jiang Miao reached out to bring it to him.
Shen Yanqing lay in her arms and refused to get up. His eyes stared at her closely, and the corners of his mouth drooped slightly, showing a bit of grievance.
"You feed me."
He is a patient and has the right to act like a spoiled child.
There was no way Jiang Miao could stand him. When he looked at her, she almost lost her soul. She would do whatever the man said.
"Okay, I'll feed you."
She lifted Shen Yanqing's head, blew the medicine bowl to her mouth, and then fed it to his mouth.
"It's a bit bitter, you drink it in one go."
Shen Yanqing is afraid of hardship. In the past, he would get through illness if he could, and would take medicine only if he couldn't.
Sure enough, when he smelled the bitter taste of the medicinal soup, he already started to retreat, but with Jiang Miao behind him, he couldn't escape.
Shen Yan drank the bitter medicine in one breath, and his eyebrows were knotted with pain.
"water……"
Just when he wanted to rinse his mouth with water, the woman's lips blocked his mouth.
Jiang Miao had a candy in her mouth, and her breath was filled with sweetness, which quickly neutralized the bitter taste in his mouth.
It was rare for a young lady to take the initiative, so Shen Yanqing passively accepted her kiss. From shy to wanton, the shame in Jiang Miao's heart was shattered, and she danced on the tip of his tongue.
By the end, the base of the tongue was a little soft.
Her almond-shaped eyes were moist, she curved into a crescent-shaped smile, her red lips were slightly pouted, and her mouth was full of sweetness.
"Is it sweet?"
As for whether she is asking about the sweetness of sugar or the sweetness of her lips, it is up to the man to guess.
Shen Yan's clear eyes were filled with ink, and he looked up at her, wanting to rub the woman into his bones and blood and never let her go.
"sweet."
At this moment, he felt that it was good to be sick. If Mia Ya could offer her a kiss, he could drink the bitter soup every day.
"Ahem, then you can sleep a little longer and I'll call you during dinner."
After all, Jiang Miao was no thicker than him. She was defeated in his eyes first. She wanted to get up and leave, but was hugged tightly by the man.
"You sleep with me."
His voice was still a little hoarse, and his whole body was buried on her, like a pitiful dog. Jiang Miao's heart suddenly softened.
Forget it, men need to be coaxed when they are sick, so she can just accompany him.
Thinking about it, Jiang Miao took off her shirt, removed her beaded ring and lay down next to him.
With the warm fragrance of nephrite in her arms, Shen Yanqing was satisfied.
Jiang Miao originally just wanted to lie with him, but she fell asleep unknowingly. When she woke up again, the lights had been lit in the yard. Shen Yanqing hadn't woken up yet. She reached out and touched his forehead. The fever was gone. Withdrew.
He doesn't get sick often, so he gets better quickly after taking the medicine.
Jiang Miao got out of bed lightly without waking him up.
People who are sick should eat lighter meals. She changed into home clothes, got up and went to the small kitchen to make porridge for Shen Yanqing herself.
The simple white rice porridge was boiled thickly, with a layer of sweet rice oil floating on top. Mrs. Lu helped her light the fire, and her face was filled with admiration when she smelled the aroma of the rice porridge.
"My master's cooking skills are so good. I have been cooking for half my life and have cooked rice porridge hundreds of times, but nothing is as good as what you have in the pot."
Moreover, Jiang Miao taught them many delicious recipes, but none of them were as delicious as hers.
Mrs. Lu used to think that she had no talent and it was a pity that her master gave her the recipe. But as time went by, Mrs. Lu gradually accepted it.
She doesn't have the master's talent, so she can't cook perfect food, but she only has a superficial knowledge, which is enough for her to benefit from.
Jiang Miao pursed her lips and smiled, but did not respond to Mrs. Lu's words.
She doesn't just have talent, she also has experience and accumulation from previous lives, otherwise she wouldn't be able to make anything good.
After the porridge was cooked, she made a few more side dishes and carried them back to the room.
