Chapter 44: My Lord’s Cooking is Delicious!
After Ye Zhile finished his IV drip, his brothers left because of military matters, leaving only a caregiver. Ye Zhile felt bored, so he lay down to sleep and drifted off in no time.
When he woke up again, he was startled by the commotion in the hospital corridor. The caregiver was gone. Outside the door, medical staff were moving hurriedly; it was clear they were in a rush but trying not to run.
Before long, two soldiers appeared at Ye Zhile’s door, guarding the left and right sides of his room.
Inexplicably, Ye Zhile felt panicked. He got out of bed, but was stopped by the soldiers before he could get close.
“The Leader has ordered that you cannot take half a step out of the ward.”
Both soldiers were fully armed, revealing only their eyes. Ye Zhile also noticed that the hurried corridor had suddenly become quiet. He stood obediently without moving and asked, “Where is My Lord?”
“The Leader said he will come over in about an hour. He asked you not to worry.”
“Okay.” Ye Zhile backed away, and the soldiers closed the ward door.
Ye Zhile climbed back onto the bed. Although My Lord told him not to worry, he couldn’t help feeling panic. What exactly happened? Why did My Lord send two soldiers to guard him?
Ye Zhile sat on the bed waiting for Ji Shuohan. When he finally arrived, Ye Zhile saw that Ji Shuohan was wearing a mask, and two medical staff in protective suits were disinfecting him from head to toe.
Ye Zhile watched, dumbfounded. When Ji Shuohan walked up to him, he finally snapped back to reality. “What happe… Mn?”
As soon as Ji Shuohan came over, he put a mask and hat on Ye Zhile and wrapped him in a blanket. Then, he picked him up and walked out.
“There are infected personnel in this hospital,” Ji Shuohan said.
“What?” Ye Zhile involuntarily hugged Ji Shuohan’s neck tighter.
Ji Shuohan comforted him, “Don’t be afraid. Keep the mask on tight.”
“Okay…” Ye Zhile pressed the mask down firmly.
Ji Shuohan carried Ye Zhile into the elevator and went down. The group left through the hospital’s back door. The entire hospital had been sealed off. Patients were isolated in wards, while doctors and nurses maintained order and comforted the restless patients.
The car was parked at the back door. Ji Shuohan avoided the air vent as he carried the person into the car. It was cold and drizzling outside, and fearing Ye Zhile would catch a chill, Ji Shuohan closed the car door immediately after getting in and turned up the heat.
Ye Zhile was wrapped so tightly in the blanket he couldn’t move, only revealing his head. His watery eyes looked at Ji Shuohan as he asked, “Is the Capital going to fall too?”
Ji Shuohan took off his coat and covered Ye Zhile with it, answering, “Most likely. Anyone who was with that infected person today will be infected one hundred percent.”
Then Ji Shuohan hurriedly asked, “You didn’t leave the ward today, did you?”
“No,” Ye Zhile said. “Big Brother and Second Brother came to accompany me today. After they left, I went to sleep.”
“That’s good.” Ji Shuohan breathed a sigh of relief.
After arriving home, Ji Shuohan instructed Uncle Xu to have the staff of the Leader’s Manor evacuate temporarily. Food purchased daily must be fresh with intact packaging and could only be brought into the kitchen after disinfection.
Thus, during Ye Zhile’s illness, only he and the Supreme Leader remained in the Leader’s Manor. The only person allowed to enter was Xiao Yuanqing, because Ye Zhile needed IV drips and daily health data monitoring.
Early in the morning, after Ye Zhile finished breakfast, Ji Shuohan moved all his work to Ye Zhile’s room, working while watching over his infusion.
The medicine had a sedative effect. Ye Zhile couldn’t hold on; one second he was admiring the Supreme Leader working, and the next he closed his eyes and entered dreamland.
After Ye Zhile fell asleep, Ji Shuohan tucked him in and continued to approve the request documents sent by the Supreme Leader’s Ministry.
Ye Zhile slept until the afternoon. When he woke up, he was alone in the room. He got out of bed and went downstairs.
In the kitchen, Ji Shuohan was cooking. Ye Zhile went in yawning and asked, “What soup is My Lord making?”
“Crucian carp and mushroom soup,” Ji Shuohan said as he added matsutake mushrooms, jujubes, and other ingredients into the soup.
Ye Zhile gave an “oh”. Seeing the prepared ingredients on the island counter, he rolled up his sleeves. “Let me help My Lord cut the garnishes.”
Ji Shuohan looked at him with distrust. But seeing Ye Zhile’s expectant little eyes, he tossed the washed green onions, ginger, and garlic to him. “Cut them however you like, just don’t cut your hand.”
“Okay.” Ye Zhile was full of confidence. He tried to cut them according to the shapes he usually saw in dishes, but unfortunately, even his way of holding the knife was wrong. One cut down was enough to make anyone’s heart tremble with fear.
Ji Shuohan stood aside, his heart in his throat. Finally, unable to watch the messy garnishes cut by Ye Zhile any longer, he held Ye Zhile’s hand and taught him slowly.
The tall figure enveloped Ye Zhile. The man’s warm breath swept across his face from time to time. Ye Zhile’s face felt hot, and his mind was no longer on cutting vegetables. He looked at the large hand with thin calluses resting on the back of his hand, a shade darker than his own, while the other hand steadied the item.
“That’s good.” Ji Shuohan let go of him and put the garnishes into a bowl.
Ye Zhile washed his hands, pretending nothing happened, and then stood aside to watch Ji Shuohan stir-fry.
Four dishes and one soup, complete with color, aroma, and taste. Ye Zhile looked at the spicy swimming crab fresh out of the wok and couldn’t help swallowing. He diligently carried it to the dining table, then ran to get bowls and serve rice.
Ji Shuohan ladled a bowl of soup out for him to cool. Ye Zhile ate with his head bobbing, the little bear ears on top shaking along, visibly happy.
“My Lord’s cooking is delicious!” Ye Zhile smiled. “Those who know know you are the Leader; those who don’t would think you’re from the cooking squad.”
“This soup is so fragrant, thick and mellow. The mushrooms are delicious.”
“This swimming crab is so flavorful.”
“This scallion oil chicken is also delicious!”
Ye Zhile praised while eating. Ji Shuohan put food in his bowl. “If it’s tasty, eat more.”
“Okay!” Ye Zhile was not polite at all.
After eating and drinking his fill, Ye Zhile collapsed on the sofa to rest, while the Supreme Leader went to the study.
Ye Zhile hadn’t bathed in two days, and he had sweated during his fever. He felt he smelled bad, but Brother Yuanqing said it was best not to bathe these few days and to wait until he stabilized.
Ye Zhile felt he was mostly recovered, and he didn’t feel uncomfortable anywhere. So he hovered at the edge of the bathroom, putting one foot in and pulling it out, testing repeatedly.
“What are you doing?” Ji Shuohan came in and saw someone acting sneakily at the bathroom door. Ye Zhile jumped at his voice, then smiled. “I want to take a bath.”
“No,” Ji Shuohan said.
“Oh.” Ye Zhile obediently didn’t argue. No matter what, health was most important; better not tempt fate easily.
Ji Shuohan said, “You can wipe your body with hot water.”
“Okay.” Ye Zhile grabbed a new set of pajamas and turned into the bathroom.
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