Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

Shu Changyu carried Song Yan off the horse and walked straight to the main courtyard.

Butler Zheng had already had the floor heating turned on in advance, and the house was as warm as spring.

Shu Changyu gently placed Song Yan on the bed, took off his sweat-soaked clothes, and changed him into clean and soft underwear.

"Bring the prepared medicine quickly." Shu Changyu ordered.

An Qi took the order, turned around and ran out of the house.

Soon, he hurried back with a steaming bowl of medicine.

Shu Changyu took it and put it on a small table beside him to dry. He took the handkerchief, dipped it in warm water, and gently wiped the sweat from Song Yan's forehead and neck.

He kept his eyes downcast from beginning to end, his gaze was heavy, and the lines at the corners of his mouth were tense, revealing a bit of restlessness.

When the medicine cooled down a little, Shu Changyu sat down beside the bed, helped Song Yan up and leaned her against his shoulder, scooped up a spoonful of medicine, and coaxed her softly, "Yanyan, open your mouth and drink the medicine."

Song Yan was dizzy from the fever. He obediently opened his mouth slightly. When the bitter medicine took a sip, he subconsciously shrank back and frowned even tighter.

so bitter!

Song Yanyue sighed. No wonder Shu Changyu didn't like taking medicine. It turned out that it was really bitter, so bitter that he almost wanted to spit out the little medicine he had just drunk.

Song Yan finally sobered up a bit. He turned his head to avoid the spoon that was brought to his mouth and strongly resisted, "I have medicine. I don't want to drink this."

He remembered that there was still a box of antipyretic medicine in the medicine box, which should not have expired.

I closed my eyes and searched in the cupboard based on my memory, but I couldn't find it after searching for a long time.

Only then did he remember that he had given it to Shu Changyu last time, but he had forgotten about it because he was in a daze.

Song Yan sighed helplessly and stretched out his hand to Shu Changyu with a listless look: "Give me the bowl."

Feeding him with a spoonful at a time was a chronic torture. All he wanted now was to drink the medicine in one gulp and then fall asleep.

Shu Changyu handed the bowl to him and held his wrist to prevent him from losing support.

Song Yan took the bowl, closed her eyes, put the bowl to her mouth as if she was ready to die, and began to swallow in big gulps.

But how could the bitter medicine be tamed so easily? After drinking just half of it, a strong feeling of nausea came over Song Yan. She turned her head away abruptly and vomited, splashing the bedside.

Shu Changyu, who has always had a serious obsession with cleanliness, didn't even frown. He grabbed a clean wet cloth and first wiped the medicine stains from the corners of Song Yan's mouth and chin. He patted his back with his other hand to help him recover.

"Anqi, ask the kitchen to make another bowl. Hurry up." Shu Changyu said as he threw the dirty wet cloth into the basin beside him. His eyes were still fixed on Song Yan, and his expression became increasingly uglier.

In less than half a quarter of an hour, An Qi hurried in with the freshly boiled medicine. Fortunately, Butler Zheng was more careful and prepared it in advance, so the new medicine was available so quickly.

Shu Changyu took the medicine bowl and patiently coaxed Song Yan to drink the medicine. This time he asked someone to bring some candied fruit, and fed Song Yan a piece of candied fruit for every spoonful of medicine.

With the help of the candied fruit, Song Yan managed to swallow the bowl of bitter medicine with difficulty, although her face was still full of pain.

As soon as he finished drinking the medicine, he collapsed on Shu Changyu's shoulder, and he didn't even have the strength to chew the candied fruit.

Shu Changyu gently laid him down, covered him with a quilt, and put his hand on his forehead to feel it. The fever seemed to have subsided a little, and he felt a little relieved.

He looked at An Liu who was waiting at the door and ordered, "Go to the kitchen and keep an eye on it. Make some light and nourishing hot porridge. Yan Yan will need it when she wakes up."

An Liu agreed and retreated quietly.

Shu Changyu moved a chair and stood by the bed, staring at Song Yan's sleeping face intently, occasionally reaching out to smooth his messy hair.

Although he had not slept all night, Shu Changyu was not sleepy at all, and his eyes never left Song Yan.

During this time, Song Yan woke up once, reluctantly ate a bowl of porridge, and then fell into a deep sleep again.

When he woke up the next day, he heard a gentle female voice in a daze: "Why are you so sick? Why didn't you send someone to tell me earlier so that I could come and take care of Xiao Song."

Song Yan struggled to open her eyelids and saw Shu's mother standing beside the bed, scolding Shu Changyu.

"Mother..." Song Yan's voice was weak and hoarse, with a bit of confusion and weakness from just waking up.

When Mother Shu heard this, she hurriedly moved closer, reached out and touched Song Yan's forehead, and said with relief: "The fever has subsided a lot, but are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

Shu Changyu also moved closer and stared at him with burning eyes.

Song Yan shook her head and licked her cracked lips: "I just don't have much strength, and I'm a little thirsty..."

Shu Changyu hurriedly brought some warm water and helped Song Yan drink a few sips slowly. After he recovered, Shu's mother said lightly, "How can you be so impatient when taking care of others, little Song is so sick, you should have informed the family earlier."

Shu Changyu responded in a low voice: "It was snowing heavily at the time. I was afraid that it would delay Yanyan's treatment, so I just wanted to bring him to the village as soon as possible."

"Mom, Changyu has taken good care of me. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't know what would have happened to me." Song Yan said quickly.

Mother Shu looked at Song Yan in a mocking manner, then turned to Shu Changyu and said, "Did you hear that? Xiao Song is on your side. This time we were lucky to escape danger. You have to pay more attention in the future."

Shu Changyu said, "I've got it in mind, mother."

Mother Shu nodded and took Song Yan's hand: "Good child, you have suffered a lot. I will stay here for the next few days. If you want to eat or use anything, just tell me."

Song Yan tried to force a smile: "Thank you, mother."

After Shu's mother went to the kitchen to prepare food, the room became quiet again. Shu Changyu took the wet towel and wiped Song Yan's face again, his movements gentle and careful.

Song Yan looked at him, feeling warm in her heart, and murmured softly: "You must be exhausted after all this time, and you've been guarding me all the time."

"Taking care of you is not tiring at all." Shu Changyu said in a low voice and raised his hand to touch his face.

His eyes followed the movement of his fingers, tracing Song Yan's eyebrows and eyes inch by inch, as if he wanted to engrave his weak yet peaceful appearance into his heart.

Song Yan blinked at him and chuckled, and her pale face seemed to have a little more life in it.

"Where are Erlin, Erya and the others now?" Song Yan suddenly remembered something and asked quickly.

Shu Changyu said calmly, "We've already arrived at the manor."

"Oh."

Song Yan suddenly shouted again: "Hey! Shu Changyu!"