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Finally, after much difficulty, Master Mu adjusted the water temperature to his liking and took his medicine. Xia the Maid had already collapsed into a puddle, as if she had just fought a battle, all her strength drained away. She lay on the sofa in Augus's bedroom, staring at the innocent angelic face sleeping like a baby, resignedly getting up to buy ingredients to make porridge for this superstar patient.
Hiya was really inconsiderate, not giving her any prior notice. Augus was even more difficult to deal with when he was sick than usual, which would have allowed her to mentally prepare herself for taking care of him. Now, she didn’t even dare look in the mirror; she must look so disheveled and miserable that it was hardly better than the patient in bed. It seemed she needed to disguise herself well before going out; otherwise, if someone with ill intentions or a Paparazzi caught her in such a state, she would truly be famous!
With a hat, sunglasses, and a mask fully equipped, Xinran stood in front of the mirror, nodding in satisfaction before heading out. She was mentally calculating what ingredients to buy. Besides porridge, she figured that once Augus's high fever subsided tomorrow, he would be very hungry. She could make him some medicinal soup to fill his stomach—light and also beneficial for healing.
In fact, without the star aura, Summer could be described as a genuine homebody. She loved cooking but rarely did so due to lack of time; she only cooked for herself when she felt happy. Only Jerry knew her true nature because they had long been inseparable friends and buddies. He was fortunate enough to have tasted her cooking, but now Augus would be very lucky to become the second!
Perhaps it was fate; Xinran's late mother also loved chicken shredded porridge. So the dutiful and understanding daughter devoted herself to making the porridge unforgettable for anyone who tasted it, bringing joy to her mother. Xinran would first cook the chicken shreds before boiling them thoroughly in the pot, allowing the chicken's natural fragrance to fully release before cooking it together with rice. She even carefully selected and rinsed the rice just to preserve its aroma, resulting in chicken shredded porridge that was both sticky and glutinous, earning much praise.
“Augus, wake up! I’ve made chicken shredded porridge; do you want a bowl?” Holding the cooked porridge, Xinran stepped back into the bedroom.
Augus slightly opened his eyes and looked at the woman in front of him with messy hair and wrinkled clothes. He mumbled, “Did you escape back? Did my kitchen not explode?”
“Sir, do you want to eat or not? It seems you’re really feeling better if you’re concerned about your kitchen!” Hearing Augus’s words nearly made Xinran’s nose crinkle with anger; it was his fault that she looked so disheveled! Cooking was her forte; it was strange for her kitchen to be a mess when she left!
“Feed me!”
“What’s going on? Don’t you have hands?”
“I’m sick; I have no strength!” Augus gazed at Xinran, speaking lightly.
"How serious is it that you don't even have the strength to hold a bowl of congee?" Xinran muttered in refusal. She wasn't his mother, cooking and then feeding her son. How did this superstar turn into a three-year-old the moment he got sick? But it seemed that Augus wasn't very mature to begin with; he was only ten, yes, just ten!
"Do you want me to die from illness or starvation?" The man leaned against the headboard, ignoring the woman a few steps away, speaking coldly.
"Alright, alright, I admit defeat. Can I feed you now?" Xinran resignedly sat by the bed again, picking up a spoonful of congee to feed Augus.
"Blow it cool!"
"Okay!" Xinran vowed that taking care of someone like Augus was an experience she only wanted once in her life; if it happened again, she would immediately take her own life!
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