After deceiving the villain, I was forced to love him.

He started cooking as soon as he got to the kitchen, even though Baili Ce hadn't cooked in nearly ten years.

But once you learn cooking skills, you won't forget them.

Although we've never met before.

However, it's more than enough to cook some Huo Xiang water for everyone to drink.

After all, for a successful capitalist, providing timely humanistic care to key employees is also a necessary means to win their hearts and minds.

Moreover, this stuff is incredibly effective for heatstroke.

However, not all types of heatstroke are suitable for this condition.

At the same time, she wasn't quite sure what type of heatstroke everyone had.

However, it's the thought that counts.

The method is also very simple.

Once the water boils, add Atractylodes lancea, dried tangerine peel, Magnolia officinalis, Angelica dahurica, Poria cocos, Areca catechu peel, etc.

It doesn't matter if the water isn't boiling yet, it will boil eventually anyway.

"Hey, girl, why are you in the kitchen yourself?" Sister Wang, who came over to cook, brought out a bowl of fermented dough and started making flatbread.

"I'll brew some Huo Xiang tea. Would you like some, sister?" As she spoke, she tasted it and found that the flavor of dried tangerine peel wasn't strong enough.

So I added a tiny bit of dried tangerine peel and licorice root.

"No, no!" Seeing that Baili Ce had added three large handfuls of licorice and dried tangerine peel, Sister Wang hurriedly shook her head and refused.

After shaking the phone, I felt that Baili Ce meant well, and it was too heartless to refuse so obviously.

Tell her, "Don't just sit there, cook me a pot."

"okay"

Once the pan was hot, Sister Wang started making pancakes while chatting, "When they're done, you have to eat a few more. Even the emperor would say they're delicious."

"Really? That's great!" Baili Ce praised without blinking.

Then, continuing to watch his pot, he waited until the agastache decoction was ready to be ladled out before realizing he hadn't added patchouli. So—

Just put it in.

Add some more water.

It doesn't matter.

Then I watched as Sister Wang flipped the pancakes in the big iron pot over and threw a few into the stove. During the process, her hands were burned by the flames, but she didn't flinch.

"Wow~" Bai Li Ce exclaimed sincerely.

He gave a thumbs up and said, "I admire you! I never knew you knew Iron Palm."

"It's not about 'patting' or 'patting,' it's just a habit."

“Hmm…” Baili Ce thought about it seriously for a moment, “Then your habits are quite unique.”

Sister Wang said these were all minor incidents, "This is nothing. I used to be in the army, and I could even help carry wounded soldiers!"

"Did your eldest sister serve in the military?"

"That's right! Back then, I was the head chef for the cooks, and I cooked different dishes for them every day. One young man even confessed his feelings to me because of it..."

The following five thousand words of boasting are omitted.

"We're so lucky to have you cooking for us this time, big sister!" Baili Ce said with a look of honor.

"Exactly!" Sister Wang replied without any modesty, bending down to pull a crispy baked flatbread from the stove. "Crunch~"

"Do not..."

Before Baili Ce could finish saying "Don't give it to me like this," Sister Wang shoved the pancake into her arms.

Ouch... It felt like he'd grabbed a hot coal with his bare hands; Baili Ce almost jumped up from the burn.

Fortunately, she reacted quickly and managed to roll up her sleeves and catch the cake.

Then--

"Clap clap, whoosh, slurp slurp...smack smack, hmm? Eat it, why aren't you eating?"

Bai Lize was stunned when he saw Sister Wang take out another pancake from the stove, pat it casually, blow on it, and start eating it.

"Aren't they... hot?" It turns out that the legendary people who snatch chestnuts from the fire are actually real.

"It's not hot," Sister Wang said, looking at Baili Ce with a "you're making a fuss over nothing" expression.

As he spoke, he flipped the pancakes in the pan again, his movements calm and powerful, as if he didn't feel the scorching heat at all.

"Glug glug..." The Huo Xiang water was ready again.

Bai Li Ce first gave the letter he had written to the courier to mail it out, then returned to fill a large bowl with it and served it with two freshly baked flatbreads.

In case Bicui were to die young, someone would take over.

But what if Bicui really can't hold on, and no one comes to replace her...?

Bai Li Ce shook his head, banishing those negative thoughts, and began to curse Song Zhaohe under his breath as he headed towards Bicui's room.

He's utterly trash; he can trample on academic giants with his bare hands and beat up a national general with his fists.

He still has the nerve to brag to her every day about how he's traveled all over the world and traversed thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, but all he has is a weak stomach; he can have diarrhea for three days after eating just a bowl of porridge.

If it weren't for checking that the food and water were fine, he would have actually developed malaria, and Baili Ce would have almost believed that his punches had injured him.

"Waaah... You're really too kind to me, I deserve to die, waaah..." Bi Cui was moved to tears just by smelling the aroma.

"No need for further words, just eat and drink to your heart's content."

"Get well soon after you finish eating."

Don't think it's absurd to take care of your own maid; there are countless stories of generals taking care of their soldiers on the battlefield.

What is this for?

To make others completely devoted to them, and to better brainwash them!

Besides, Beatrice isn't just any maid; she's a key employee!

"Waaaaah, I'll get better soon!"

"I will serve you like a cow or a horse for all eternity to repay your kindness!"

Look, look, the effects of humanistic care are immediate.

However, capitalists shouldn't be too greedy, thinking, "I don't need to be treated like a slave; just protect me well for the rest of my life."

“Yes!” Bicui nodded firmly.

"Come on, take it slow," Bai Li Ce immediately seized the opportunity and gently helped Bicui up to eat.

Throughout the process, although she was very uncomfortable, Baili Ce managed to feed her a large bowl of Huoxiang Zhengqi (a traditional Chinese medicine) and two biscuits.

How can you have the strength to recover if you don't eat? Of course, you can't waste a single bite.

“Ugh…” Then Beatrice vomited.

He lost consciousness immediately after vomiting.

"This, this, this..."

Thinking he had poisoned someone to death, Baili Ce quickly sought out He Wenyuan, a member of the team who was said to have good medical skills, to come and see him.

He also took the opportunity to send another very special distress message using the carrier pigeon he brought.

"Ta-da..." Upon hearing that Baili Ce had come to him for medical treatment, He Wenyuan followed her to Bi Cui's room without saying a word.

"Hmph, a minor heatstroke, nothing to brag about! It's a complete waste of talent!"

This is what He Wenyuan said when he first saw Bi Cui lying on the bed.

But when he spent three days performing more than ten treatments on Bicui, including taking her pulse, acupuncture, administering medicine, moxibustion, and cupping, and even attempted to induce vomiting by administering feces, not only did he fail to revive her, but she was left barely alive, Baili Ce couldn't help but start mocking him.

"What do you mean?" On the morning of the fourth day, Baili Ce looked at Bi Cui, who seemed to have cooled down, and stared at He Wenyuan expressionlessly.

Having exhausted all excuses, He Wenyuan stammered, "Uh, well..."

"Something terrible has happened! Song Zhaohe is vomiting blood!" Just then, Sister Wang rushed in.

"what?!"

Before anyone could react, He Wenyuan ran out while making exaggerated facial expressions, shouting, "Song Zhaohe vomited blood?!"

"That would be terrible!"

"I have to go check right away!"