The daily life of a bereaved salted fish

When Jiang Wu woke up, it was half a day after the sun had risen.

As always, he lay in bed, waiting for the arrival of hunger.

Maybe it's because I don't move much and don't consume much energy, the hunger comes later and later.

Jiang Wu is going to practice more and improve his endurance. It is best to insist on eating once a day, or once every two days.

The bed curtain was pulled back, Jiang Wu closed his eyes in the glaring light, and heard Yin Wuzhi's voice: "Since you're awake, let's get up and eat."

We haven't seen each other for a few days, if Qi Hanmiao hadn't been watching, Jiang Wu would have suspected that he had run away.

Now that the person has reappeared and can still act so calmly in front of him, it seems that enough psychological construction has been built.

Yin Wuzhi is still too young after all, the 19-year-old boy, I am afraid that he has never even held the girl's hand, and only such an inexperienced guy would be ashamed to cry because of such a thing.

The mourner slowly opened his eyes.

Against the light, I couldn't see the other person's expression clearly.

But Yin Wuzhi didn't leave, he must have started to hibernate, planning to kill the king, right?

Before Jiang Wu could move his mouth, he saw the other party bending over, with his strong arms supporting his shoulders: "Come here, cleanse your majesty's face."

"I want to sleep again."

"It's time to eat."

Yin Wuzhi's voice was flat, and he couldn't hear any emotion.

The practice was forced to be interrupted, so he had to find another time.

Jiang Wu leaned softly against his chest, and soon a maid came over with a wet towel, and Yin Wuzhi's hand slid down his shoulder, gently supporting his wrist.

The cuffs were rolled up, and the forearm fell into his palm.Yin Wuzhi closed his fingers in vain, only to feel that the wrist was thin and white, extremely fragile, as if it could be broken by him with a little force.

He went to pick up the cloth towel in the maidservant's hand in a strange way, stretched out his finger, and retracted it as if suddenly awakened, allowing others to wipe Jiang Wu's hands and face clean.

After washing, Jiang Wu still leaned against him boneless and said, "I don't want to move."

When did you want to move?

Yin Wuzhi picked him up, moved him to the table and put him down, saying: "I have prepared some meals for His Majesty."

Jiang Wu said slowly, "No."

Yin Wuzhi ignored his protest, and directly opened several clay pots on the table, a smell of meat wafted out, Jiang Wu resisted even more: "No."

"This is chicken soup." Yin Wuzhi told him: "But Your Majesty hasn't eaten meat for a long time, so as not to cause discomfort, drink it later."

"This is meat soup." Yin Wuzhi continued: "I personally used a pestle to smash the meat into froth. It was very rotten. It was because His Majesty hadn't eaten meat for a long time, so I didn't fry it with big oil, but steamed it. one time."

Jiang Wu: "?"

"This one is custard." Yin Wuzhi exhaled, and the more he introduced, the more he felt like a flattering licking dog. He scooped out a bowl with a sullen face, and said, "Let's eat from this first."

The custard is poured with sesame oil, which neutralizes the slight fishy smell. It smells very delicious. Most importantly, its bright yellow body looks like it is swaying in the spoon, so it must be easy to eat.

Jiang Wu should have seen this thing before, but he didn't know how it was made, because he was not spying on the world all the time. When he was very sad, he would completely let himself go, sometimes, It is several years, even decades.

He didn't care if he missed some changes in the world, or if he missed some lovely people and lovely things.

Just as he is insignificant to this world, everything is insignificant to him.

Neither makes sense to each other.

He asked, "Why do you do this?"

Yin Wuzhi stopped breathing, put the spoon to his mouth, and said solemnly: "Don't get me wrong, I'm not doing it for His Majesty's health, but my father said that Your Majesty will eat porridge for a day, and I will eat it for a day. Now this is also for the sake of my own appetite."

This explains it very clearly.

Jiang Wu thought about it, and reminded: "You should say that you are thinking for His Majesty, and hope that His Majesty can eat more."

Yin Wuzhi's face slowly turned red, he stared at Jiang Wu, and said word by word: "There is absolutely no such thing."

For Yin Wuzhi, being nice to him should be very difficult.Jiang Wu lost no time in asserting his authority and oppressing him: "From today onwards, I only want to hear nice things from you, that is to say, no matter what you think in your heart, you must flatter me and flatter you. I, coax me to be happy."

"you……"

"Otherwise I will give you medicine." Sangpi said slowly, "Turn you into a male dog who can only serve sleeping."

Yin Wuzhi's face turned livid.

"Ah—" Sangpi finished his routine humiliation, and opened his mouth to wait for the feeding.

Yin Wuzhi's veins popped up on the back of his hand.

endure.

One day, he will make this stupid king kneel in front of him and kowtow to him to admit his mistakes.

The custard slides down the throat.

This is Jiang Wu's first time eating this food. It has a smooth and tender taste, and it slid down his throat as soon as he took it.

Almost no swallowing is required.

He looked at the bowl in Yin Wuzhi's hand. The latter was blowing on the spoon with a gloomy expression. When he noticed his gaze, he looked over grimly.

Funeral critic: "Ah."

Yin Wuzhi fed it for the second time, the custard slid down, and Sangpi opened his mouth for the third time.

"..." Yin Wuzhi frowned while feeding, and asked, "Delicious?"

"Ah."

In fact, the porridge is still a bit sparse. When it flows into the throat, it is far less smooth than egg custard. Eating this is simply enjoyable.

This sound of um inexplicably dispelled the depression in Yin Wuzhi's heart, and the hard work of the morning was finally not in vain.

Half a bowl of custard was eaten quickly, Yin Wuzhi put down the bowl and said, "Change to something else."

"……"All right.

"This is red bean rice paste, and it doesn't take much effort." Yin Wuzhi stirred and blew it cool, and began to send it to his mouth. Jiang Wu took a bite, and then closed his mouth tightly.

Yin Wuzhi: "Why, isn't it delicious?"

It doesn't matter whether it tastes good or not, the important thing is that it is easy to swallow.

Jiang Wu said, "I want custard."

"You can't just eat this."

"I want custard."

"Try the steamed meat soup first."

There is powder in the meat soup, the spoon goes through it very smoothly, and can be crushed easily. In addition, there is a layer of thick sauce on it. When you eat it, the meat will slide down your throat. Sauce left behind articulate, particularly attractive.

Yin Wuzhi coaxed him: "If you chew it, it will taste better."

The combination of minced meat and starch, crisp and not tiring taste, is a must.

He observed Sangpi's expression, and tried: "Have another bite?"

"Do not."

Yin Wuzhi put the spoon to his mouth.

Sangpi had no choice but to hold it in his mouth, Yin Wuzhi said, "Chew it."

Sangpi swallowed it directly, "I want custard."

Yin Wuzhi gave him a third mouthful without any resistance, and said, "Chew it, and I'll give you the custard."

He didn't believe that anyone could resist that taste.

Jiang Wu was forced to bite twice.

Yin Wuzhi stared at him, breathing tight: "Is it delicious?"

"good to eat."

The corners of Yin Wuzhi's mouth turned up, and he heard the funeral critic say again: "I want custard."

The upturned corners of his mouth were pushed back, and Yin Wuzhi stuffed another mouthful into his mouth expressionlessly, and Sangpi was forced to swallow it: "I want custard."

Yin Wuzhi's face became more and more serious, and he stuffed him with another mouthful of meat soup without hesitation.

Funeral batch: "..."

He turned his face to find another obedient person to serve him, but he couldn't find it.

Then, if the struggle is meaningless, the only option is to lie flat and accept it.

Yin Wuzhi fed him half a bowl of meat soup in succession, when he suddenly heard him burp.

He stopped and looked at Jiang Wu.

Jiang Wu hiccupped again.

"..." It seemed that the feeding was too intense.

Yin Wuzhi took some green tea, poured him a few sips, and said, "Sit up straight, don't lie down all the time, otherwise the food in your stomach won't go down, and it will be easy to overwhelm."

Sangpi would rather be hiccupped to death than move.

Yin Wuzhi stretched out his hand, picked him up and gave him a hug.

The funeral batch was thrown back on the chair again, and the hiccups stopped as expected.

He remembered that in those years when he was a wandering soul, he passed by a house one day and saw a washing machine crazily hitting the ground. He squatted beside it and looked at it for a long time, wondering when it would stop.

Then he realized that it was because the clothes in the machine had not been put in properly.

The human stomach originally had the same structure as a washing machine.

Yin Wuzhi sat across from him, looking at the rag doll on the chair who was being manipulated by others, and reflected on the fact that he was feeding so quickly that he choked people to hiccups, and gradually felt a little guilty: "Eat some custard? "

"Do not."

Sangpi has used up the number of mouth openings today, and will not eat anything else.

The spoon was brought to his mouth, Yin Wuzhi said softly, "Let's eat some more."

"Do not."

"Okay." Yin Wuzhi put down the bowl and spoon, and said, "Since His Majesty finished his lunch, I will accompany you to the Imperial Study Room to review the paperwork."

The funeral critic said: "Is it all done?"

"It's almost the same, but some of them must be seen by His Majesty personally, and you still need to wait for His Majesty to give his opinion..."

"I still want to eat."

Yin Wuzhi watched him silently: "What do you eat?"

"Egg custard."

Yin Wuzhi picked up the bowl again.

This was a rare occasion, and the funeral batch burped.

Yin Wuzhi began to feed himself, while turning his head to look at him, as if he was deciding whether to hug him again.

Sangpi didn't continue to hiccup.

Yin Wuzhi ate quickly and quietly, and quickly ate up the rest of his food.

He rinsed his mouth with fragrant tea, and then carried Jiang Wu into the wheelchair.

Jiang Wu didn't want to go to the imperial study, he said to Yin Wuzhi: "I want to go to the imperial garden."

"What's the matter?"

"Who is the emperor?"

Yin Wuzhi stopped and said, "Your Majesty, walk by yourself."

"Do not."

"Then we have to go to the Royal Study Room."

Not even willing to take a walk, he must have been lazy in his previous life.

He continued to push Jiang Wu forward, and when he was about to reach the imperial study, he suddenly heard Jiang Wu say something.

The voice was too low, Yin Wuzhi couldn't hear clearly: "Huh?"

"Zhen..." Jiang Wu put his hands on his stomach, still with a dead face: "Stomach hurts."

Yin Wuzhi turned to him, looked at his pale face, "Stomach, what's wrong?"

Sweat dripped from his forehead, and Sangpi cried weakly, "It hurts."

Qi Hanmiao soon found out about this matter, and only heard a skillful exclamation: "Come here! Tell the imperial doctor!!"

A figure flashed in front of him, and Qi Hanmiao was taken aback for a moment, "Your Highness, where are you taking your majesty?!"

Yin Wuzhi's face was even whiter than Jiang Wu's.

Could it be that something went wrong with the food?

"... Yin Wuzhi."

"The minister took His Majesty to the imperial physician."

"No..." Jiang Wu said calmly, "I want to be respectful."

"You still want to leave the palace at this time?"

"Come out." The mourner felt desperate, why do people eat, if they don't eat, they don't have to endure the suffering of three emergencies: "I want to go to the latrine."

"This..." Yin Wuzhi turned back in a hurry, and suddenly felt sorry: "I can't do it for you."

"I understand." Jiang Wu tugged at the corner of his clothes, weeping mournfully: "Ai Qing, don't blame yourself."