Chapter 43 (1/2)

Chapter 43 – Sickness

At dawn, if you don't meet anyone, then there is only the red light of the streets that is awake with you.

Qiu Yu will wake up around 6.30am, thus Bai Song bought an additional portion of rice-flour noodles for her. Although the food does not go cold so quickly in this temperature, if the noodles are left for too long, they will become rough and no longer taste nice.

To prevent the rice-flour noodles from cooling down, Bai Song intentionally waited outside of the stall for a while before allowing the boss to start cooking the rice-flour noodles.

Current it is 6 am. If Bai Song was standing above the tall building, he would be able to see the sun slowly raising its head.

Beggars wearing tattered clothing walk past, the large trucks and are warming up by their engines, the sweeping sounds are as before bright and spa.r.s.e. Those who are going to be rus.h.i.+ng about for their livelihood are already awake by now. As for those night owls, with their hazy eyes, they are preparing to head back home. Perhaps those hard working people look down on them, but would they willing to be in their situation?

Bai Song walks very slowly. By the time he reaches home, the sound of the door opening woke Qiu Yu. Qiu Yu with slightly messy hair raises her head powerlessly. Seeing that it is Bai Song, she shuts her eyes.

Bai Song washes his face and lies down on the bed. Feeling Bai Song lying down on the bed, Qiu Yu says powerlessly: ”Bai Song, my head hurts.”

Head hurts?

The moment Bai Song touches Qiu Yu's forehead, it is very clear that she has a fever. Bai Song worriedly says: ”It looks like you have a fever, why don't you take leave for today?”

At this time the alarm clock rings. It is 6.30am.

Qiu Yu uses the bed as a support and gets up. ”It is okay after I take two fever pills then it will be fine. Today there is a client coming down the company, I will not be able to take leave.”

As she speaks, Qiu Yu's arm that is supporting her gives way and she collapses on to the bed. Luckily Bai Song is also on the bed and with fast reactions, he uses his body to cus.h.i.+on her body to prevent her from falling off the bed.

”I think it is better for you to take leave today. Looking at the situation, it seems that your fever is quite bad. There is no need for you to worry about earning money.” Bai Song comforts her.

”But.” Qiu Yu tries to climb up.

”There are no buts. Listen to me and be good okay?” Bai Song comforts Qiu Yu like he is comforting a little child.

Giggles.

On Qiu Yu's powerless face there suddenly appears a faint smile. It seems like she is amused by Bai Song's method of coaxing a kid. Thinking back it has been years since they had such an intimate conversation. In the past, even when Qiu Yu was sick, Bai Song did not care or bother about her and continued to gamble and drinks.

[TL: really feel like smacking the old him]

[ED: Smacking? More like doing a Saint Margaretta to him (Note: Do not look up unless you are ready for some NSFW)]

[TL: Bad boy stop corrupting the mind of kids]

He has really changed.

Thinking about it this way, Qiu Yu finally listens to Bai Song and lies down on the bed.

After waiting for around 30 minutes, Bai Song places the take out rice-flour noodle that he has brought into the kitchen.

Bai Song clumsily washes the wok before placing the rice-flour noodles into the wok to recook them again. It is not good for a person with fever or cold to eat greasy food, thus Bai Song plans to recook it again and wash away the oil.

When he finally pulls out the rice-flour noodles, the oil is already washed away. Bai Song recooks a bit of water and pours it into the bowl of rice-flour noodle. Afterward, he adds a bit of soy sauce and the bowl of double boiled clear soup rice-flour noodle is done.

”Here, you need to get up to eat a bit.” Bai Song inquiries a bit. ”By the way is there a thermometer in the house?”