The dead general was kidnapped by his husband and taken to farm.

Ji Yinghuai lit up both stoves, put the medicine pots on the fire and boiled them. He then looked at the remaining vegetables in the bamboo basket and planned to make a simple breakfast.

After washing up, I picked some vegetables from the yard, washed them and brought them back to the kitchen.

He was skilled at kneading dough, but not so good at pulling noodles. However, he knew another way to eat. The noodle soup in the military camp tasted very good.

There happened to be a small piece of kneaded dough in the wooden basin, which was probably just kneaded by everyone when they were having dinner at home yesterday.

Ji Yinghuai kneaded the dough casually for a few times and felt it was smooth and tough. He cut it into long strips and rolled it into small pieces. Then he rolled it into a round shape with a rolling pin and gently pulled it to form small pieces of dough.

The water in the pot was boiling, and he put the noodles in, added two cut tomatoes and some chopped chives. After the noodles boiled for a while, he added some mountain cabbage leaves, sprinkled some chopped green onions and coriander, drizzled a little sesame oil, and sprinkled some salt before serving.

Looking at the steaming noodle soup in the bowl, Ji Yinghuai first tasted it with a spoon and felt that it tasted good, then he carried it towards the bedroom.

Forehead…

Looking at Jiang Shian's elbows that were wrapped like dumplings, the two of them reacted at the same time.

This injury happens to be on my right hand, how can I hold chopsticks?

Jiang Shian looked at the chopsticks and spoon on the bowl, moved his left hand, and said, "Let's not use the chopsticks for now, but I should be able to use the spoon with my left hand."

How come the injury happened to be on the right arm? Other people's hands are all forearms, so at least they can tie it around their necks and hang it on their chests with a piece of cloth, but it's difficult for him to deal with it.

"Or, I'll feed you." Ji Yinghuai walked towards the bed with the bowl in his hand and spoke.

He only has one hand, which is very inconvenient. Instead of holding Jiang Shian's hand and eating by himself, it would be better for him to feed him directly to his mouth.

Jiang Shian had grown up, except for the time when he was fed by the director of the orphanage when he was taking medicine. No one had ever fed him so intimately.

He was a little embarrassed and shook his head, "No, I can do it myself."

Ji Yinghuai did not force him. He put the bowl on the table, helped him sit up straight, put the clothes beside him on him, and buttoned a button under the collar without affecting his arm movements.

Although he had touched and kissed her, Ji Yinghuai still couldn't control himself when he saw this white spring scenery.

In order to avoid turning into a beast and to prevent Jiang Shian from catching a cold, he felt that he should go to town to buy a larger piece of clothing for the boy to wear.

Fold the quilt and place it aside so that Jiang Shian can place his injured arm on it.

Jiang Shian leaned sideways, picked up the spoon awkwardly, scooped a spoonful, blew on it casually and put it into his mouth. Due to his unskilled movements, a few drops even splashed onto his sleeves.

"I'll feed you." Ji Yinghuai spoke again.

Jiang Shian shook his head and tried again, still not very skilled, and shakily dripped a few drops on his collar.

"..."

If this continues, the bed covers will probably be dirty too.

Jiang Shian finally gave up and handed the spoon to Ji Yinghuai, saying helplessly: "Forget it, you feed me!"

It really saved time and effort to have Ji Yinghuai feed it to his mouth. He just had to open his mouth.

He felt a little uncomfortable, thinking that he could just blow on it to cool it down and drink it, but Ji Yinghuai would always blow on it before bringing it to his mouth.

Well, that's too considerate.

There was soup stain on the corner of his mouth, and Ji Yinghuai gently wiped it off with a handkerchief. His movements were full of tenderness, but there was no impatience at all.

I don’t know if it was the hot soup that made him feel warm inside.

The two of them fed each other like this, and although they didn't say anything, the atmosphere was exceptionally gentle and harmonious.

"I'm full." Jiang Shian touched his stomach with his left hand and shook his head, "Is there anything more in the pot? You should go have breakfast soon, it's getting late and time for lunch."

"Okay." Ji Yinghuai ate the leftovers without a spoon and drank the remaining noodles and soup directly. Then he got up and walked outside with the bowl.

Looking at Ji Yinghuai's back, Jiang Shian pursed his lips. Doesn't he mind the leftovers?

There was still a bowl of noodle soup left in the pot. Ji Yinghuai was not in a hurry to eat breakfast. He took the stewed medicine down and poured it into a bowl to let it cool.

Then he went out to fetch some water and took a towel, then carried the wooden basin back to Jiang Shi'an's room.

Jiang Shi'an was staring at the roof in a daze, doing nothing. He was thinking that Ji Yinghuai would come over and ask him to get two books from the study. Unexpectedly, he heard familiar footsteps coming from the door.

There was a smile on his face, and in his eyes there was joy and anticipation that even he didn't notice.

"Why are you here again?" he asked with a smile.

Ji Yinghuai carried the wooden basin to the bedside and said, "You sweated so much last night, you must be feeling uncomfortable. I'll help you wash first, and then we'll go have breakfast."

Jiang Shian nodded, feeling a little sticky and uncomfortable around his neck. "Okay, thank you."

Ji Yinghuai chuckled, rolled up his sleeves to wet the handkerchief, then bent over and approached Jiang Shian: "Why are you thanking me?"

Jiang Shian raised his face in cooperation, and stretched out his intact hand in front of Ji Yinghuai, saying softly: "Wipe your hand too."

Maybe because Ji Yinghuai was feeding him just now, he forgot that his arm was intact and could wash itself, so he just stretched out his hand obediently.

The smile in Ji Yinghuai's eyes deepened, and he really enjoyed Jiang Shian's dependence at this moment.

The boy's skin looked so delicate that it could be blown away. He moved gently, wiping his eyebrows, nose, and cheeks bit by bit.

When it reached the neck, Jiang Shian cooperated by raising his hand, but when it touched the collarbone, his hand paused and his eyes darkened.

He had lost control when he kissed her this morning, leaving a few faint pink marks on both sides of her neck. He had used very light force at the time, but the boy's skin was so delicate that the two marks were still quite obvious.

He asked in a deep voice: "Do you want to wipe your body as well?"

Jiang Shian nodded subconsciously, then immediately shook his head when he realized what was happening.

Ji Yinghuai clearly saw that the boy in front of him had red ears and there was a hint of shyness in his eyes as he looked at him. The desire that he had just suppressed surged up again, making him feel helpless.

In the past, when the princes and ministers tried to curry favor with him, they had sent him all kinds of beauties, but he never changed his expression, and he was even too lazy to take a second look. But now, because of the shy look on the boy's face, he couldn't help but want to push him down on the bed.

He turned his head slightly, closed his eyes tightly, suppressed the lust in his eyes, and then turned his gaze back.

Jiang Shian blushed and didn't dare to look at Ji Yinghuai. He said hesitantly, "No need for this. Help me unbutton it and I'll wipe it myself."