Ti Shen

The interior of this Chinese restaurant was still not up to Young Master Su's standards. He hesitated for a moment before turning around. As Su Yi Mo made his way out of the restaurant he reached for his cell phone and dialed the number of his personal attendant. "Ah Jiu, I need you to buy some things for me. You have to ensure that they're clean…"

Once Su Yi Mo finished reciting the things Ran Feng Ge wanted, he ended the call.

Not wanting to waste his time waiting for Ah Jiu to complete his task, Su Yi Mo spent the time contemplating about what he could do for the rest of the meals for the next few days.

At the end of the day, nothing beats homecooked food.

Worst case scenario, Ran Feng Ge can still be transferred to a better hospital.

But…his surgery was very successful; maybe a transfer is a little drastic. The most important thing now is to aid in his recuperation.

Or… we could go home and… maybe have some homecooked food…

Coming to a conclusion, Su Yi Mo relaxed his furrowed brows, the edges of his lips pulling up slightly to reveal a small smile of relief.

After some time, the car that had just been collecting dust back home pulled up in front of Su Yi Mo and Ah Jiu stepped out from the driver's seat. In Ah Jiu's hands were multiple bags containing the different dishes. The moment he looked at his young master, he was taken aback slightly. Why is the young master wearing that? Although he does appear more approachable this way…

"Young Master!" Ah Jiu called out as he carried the containers of food over. "Young Master, I've gotten everything you asked for. These were all made by a chef from a five-star hotel. I was supervising everything they did, and all the ingredients they used were fresh and clean!"

As he was speaking, Ah Jiu was scanning the surroundings, wondering why his young master would come to somewhere this rural and rundown. Looking around at the stalls, Ah Jiu was a little happy - it was no wonder that the young master had wanted him to bring food over, he was worried about the food hygiene here.

"Young Master, come eat while it is still hot!" Ah Jiu was about to place the food down when Su Yi Mo took the bags from him. "Give them to me, you can just head back first."

"En." Although somewhat surprised, Ah Jiu agreed as he handed the containers over before turning back towards the car.

Halfway to the car, Su Yi Mo called out: "Ah Jiu."

"Yes, Young Master?"

"Are there… Are there ingredients at home to make porridge? What about ingredients to help remedy gastric disease?"

"This… No, we do not have them. All we have are for normal day-to-day meals. If Young Master requests, I will go prepare them right now."

"Yes…" Su Yi Mo replied as he nodded his head in the affirmative, pausing a moment before saying: "Oh, and buy a few recipe books as well - the kind that caters towards healthy living."

"Understood," Ah Jiu replied. "If there is nothing else, Young Master, then I shall take my leave."

"Go ahead."

The packets of food swayed easily as Su Yi Mo made his way back to Ran Feng Ge's hospital room. The doctor was in the midst of his check-up when Su Yi Mo entered the room. The first thing he noticed was how Ran Feng Ge was looking a little unsettled, his face scrunched up as though he was in a lot of pain.

Placing the food onto the nearest tabletop, Su Yi Mo hurried forward. "Doctor, what has happened?"

"It is nothing. The surgical site has become slightly infected. I have already cleaned it up and have given him his medications. It would be for the best if he's restricted to bed rest for the time being until the wound heals up." The doctor explained as he finished applying a new layer of bandage material over the incision site.

Upon hearing the explanation, Su Yi Mo demanded, "The surgical site got infected? What sort of hospital is this? Do you even know how to practice proper medicine? How could you have allowed the surgical site to become infected—how on earth did you ever get your medical degree? Did you pay money to get that damned certificate? What sort of doctor are you?!"

In the face of criticism, the doctor's face became stoic as he rebutted, "Sir, please watch what you are saying! We have done everything we can to prevent an infection from occurring at the incision site, however, each person's immune system is different! There are some individuals who, despite every step we take to ensure the sterility, will still get an immune reaction at the surgical site. This is a very common occurrence, and it can be treated with subsequent antibiotic treatment! Please apologize for whatever you have just said!"

Stunned beyond words at the rebuttal, Su Yi Mo had no chance to reply before Ran Feng Ge interrupted, "Doctor! I am so sorry! My friend here does not understand the ways of medicine. He was just a little too worried and spouted nonsense. I apologize in his stead. Please do not mind him."

The doctor took one look at Ran Feng Ge's apologetic face and felt the anger in him dissipate. Picking up the medical chart, the doctor shot a glare at Su Yi Mo before turning to leave the room with a huff of indignation.

Even if Su Yi Mo wanted to say something, he could do nothing but watch the doctor leave.

By the side, Ran Feng Ge picked up an apple and aimed it at Su Yi Mo. "Oi! Stop spacing out!"

Hearing Ran Feng Ge's voice, Su Yi Mo turned just in time to catch the flying apple in one hand. He stared at the apple suspiciously as he asked, "Where did you get the apple from?"

Ran Feng Ge gave a cheeky laugh. "The pretty nurse gave it to me just now. But I guess she did not know that I just had gastro surgery and that I can't eat that now. So be grateful that I'm gifting it to you!"

Su Yi Mo threw the apple onto the tabletop and muttered, "What a flirt…"

"What did you just say?" Ran Feng Ge could not hear what Su Yi Mo had just said.

"Nothing," Su Yi Mo replied as he started to unpack the various dishes from the takeaway bags. From within one, he retrieved the Eight Treasure Porridge and a plastic spoon that came with it.

As soon as Ran Feng Ge smelled the sweet aroma of food, he couldn't help but exclaim, "Smells delicious!"

Hearing Ran Feng Ge's exclamation, Su Yi Mo couldn't help the upwards tug at the edges of his lips, at least that was the case until he heard him follow up with, "Why were you gone so long by the way? The nurses were saying that there were multiple food stalls just outside the entrance of the hospital…"

As soon as he finished speaking, Su Yi Mo had already placed the bowl of porridge in front of Ran Feng Ge. There, on the box, was the logo of a five-star hotel. Ran Feng Ge felt his eyes widen, "Why on earth did you go so far to buy porridge?" And from that five-star chain of hotels? Puh-lease, it's just a bowl of porridge. This is too much… No, he's just showing off now, isn't he?

"I got Ah Jiu to buy it. Okay, enough talk, just eat!" Su Yi Mo said as he pushed the bowl closer to Ran Feng Ge, "Eat."

Ran Feng Ge frowned. "It's just a bowl of porridge. Did you have to make such a big fuss over it? Making Ah Jiu go buy this so early in the morning, and from such an expensive place…"

Su Yi Mo returned the look. "What are you trying to say? I've got you what you wanted, who cares where I got them from! It isn't even your money!"

"Yes, yes… You're loaded. But this isn't the way to spend money, is it?"

"I will spend my money as I see fit. Are you trying to control how I spend my money?"

"You—" Ran Feng Ge said, his voice rising.

"Besides, the food stalls outside may be nearby, but there is nonstop traffic day in and day out. Who knows how much dust, dirt, and grime have been mixed up along in the pots of porridge? You sure you want to eat such tainted food?" Su Yi Mo's arm was getting tired from holding up the bowl of porridge, "Are you going to eat or not? It's already getting cold!"

"Eat! Of course, I'll eat!" Ran Feng Ge said, "After all, boss went through so much trouble to get it here, there is no way I'll let your hard work go to waste…"

"Then? Why aren't you taking it?" Su Yi Mo grumbled.

Ran Feng Ge took one look at his annoyed face and a plan hatched almost immediately in his head, talking big even after wasting all that money—he deserves some punishment!

"Boss. Why don't you be a good guy right 'til the end? Any movement from my end makes the incisions on my wound hurt. If it isn't too much trouble, can you please feed me?" Ran Feng Ge pleaded, his face switching from annoyed to one of utter helplessness.

Su Yi Mo couldn't help but sigh out loud, "Troublesome!"

Rolling his eyes, Ran Feng Ge said, "Sigh. I get it, Young Master Su is always the one being attended upon and never the one attending to others. Why don't you help me go outside to call one of the pretty nurses to help me instead?"

"The nurses?! For what?" Su Yi Mo never once said he was unwilling to feed Ran Feng Ge, but the moment he heard Ran Feng Ge ask for one of the nurses, he couldn't help but feel a little irritated. "It's just feeding someone! You think I can't even do that?"

The moment he finished his sentence, Su Yi Mo used his leg to pull one of the chairs over to the bedside and sat down. Using the spoon, he scooped a spoonful of the porridge and brought it to Ran Feng Ge's lips as he said coldly, "Open your mouth!"

Ran Feng Ge pushed his lips together, tightly shaking his head as he thought to himself, and he says he knows how to attend to someone. Doesn't he know to blow at it a little to help cool it down? What if it's too hot?

Su Yi Mo repeated once again, his voice harder than before, "Open your mouth!"

Ran Feng Ge pursed his lips and shook his head once more, "What if it's too hot?"

Su Yi Mo couldn't help but inhale his next breath a little sharply. Pulling the spoon back away from Ran Feng Ge, he brought the spoon to his lips and blew on it. Just as he was about to direct the spoon back to Ran Feng Ge, a thought sprang to his mind, and he touched it to his lips lightly - testing the temperature, making sure it wasn't too hot before returning it to Ran Feng Ge. "You can eat it now, can't you?"

Ran Feng Ge couldn't stop the smile from forming at his lips as he opened his mouth obediently, "Ahhh."

Slowly, Su Yi Mo brought each spoonful up to his own lips to test before feeding it to Ran Feng Ge.

And with each spoonful, Ran Feng Ge swallowed them happily.

However… With each spoonful…

Ran Feng Ge finally realized how things were playing out at the moment. He couldn't help but stare at Su Yi Mo's every little action: scooping up the porridge, blowing at the spoon, testing the temperature, blowing at it again to cool it down, and finally bringing it forward to Ran Feng Ge—

Holy shit! Why is this guy so obedient? All I wanted to do was to tease him a little. He could have just gone out and called a nurse in and he could have settled it all then and there. Who knew he would actually feed me himself?!

And… It is not like I can't actually move. This wound is nothing compared to the others I've suffered before… What the heck is wrong with me today? Why did I actually… and with this iceberg of a man.

And to think he's making sure each mouthful is cool enough…

Once Ran Feng Ge thought through about the current situation, he could not actually believe what was happening!

Seeing as how Ran Feng Ge had stopped opening his mouth, Su Yi Mo could not help but ask a little worriedly, "That's it? You've only eaten this little bit and you're full? Do you want to drink something else? I can ask Ah Jiu to make up a few dishes. I can also bring in a dietician; this will ensure that all the food from now on will be full of the necessary nutrients."

Ran Feng Ge felt as though he was pulled from his thoughts abruptly as soon as he heard the concern in Su Yi Mo's voice - how gentle it sounded and he could not help but feel the tips of his ears burn, nor could he stop the sudden increase in his heart rate. "It's okay, you don't have to feed me. I was just kidding earlier," Ran Feng Ge said.

Su Yi Mo pushed his hands away, "Since I've already started, might as well finish it."

With that said, Su Yi Mo continued to feed Ran Feng Ge spoonful after spoonful of porridge.

Ran Feng Ge could not do anything but obediently open his mouth to take in each spoonful of porridge. As he looked at the man before him, Ran Feng Ge couldn't help himself but think: Does he treat Jing Qiu Han this gently as well? . . .

A thousand-year-old iceberg was but an image. In reality, under the layer of ice held a heart where hot spring water flowed.

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Translator: Jypoonie

Proofreaders: Charlotte Grey, Lyrick