Chapter 10 (1/2)

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Yingda saw that his master had only taken a few bites of the food before pushing it away, but he did not know what he should do to make him eat more.

He had no choice but to look for the widow on the other mountain.

Chu Yue was reading in her room right then. Her cheeks were a rosy pink, and her complexion was good. She did not look like she was sick at all.

She had intentionally decided not to go. After all, she had become a chef only because of the monk. She was not really there to work in the kitchen, so occasionally, she had to remind him of her existence.

Halfway through the book, she heard a familiar chirp outside.

Chu Yue put down the book and said, “Hupo, wait here. I’m going out for a walk.”

“Milady, aren’t you ill? You can’t go out,” Hupo quickly said.

“It’s fine.” Chu Yue waved her hand. She then put some powder on her face and feebly staggered out of the house.

It had to be said that Chu Yue usually looked pretty energetic, so the weak her now was a huge contrast to before. When Yingda saw her, he could not bear the thought of asking her to go and cook.

“The master asked you whether you’ve called for a physician to take a look at you,” Yingda said.

Chu Yue smiled weakly. “Please pass him my thanks, but my life is worth nothing. I do not need to ask for a physician.”

After saying that, she paused for a moment. “I did not go over to cook lunch for the master. Was he okay with the food from the temple?”

“The master only took a few bites,” Yingda said truthfully.

When Chu Yue heard this, anxiousness appeared on her face. She even coughed a little, unable to help herself.

“That won’t do. Food is incredibly important to the human body. If the master doesn’t eat, he’ll be incredibly hungry and unable to endure it. This won’t do. I’ll cook some food at home, so please bring it to the master.”

Yingda hesitated for a moment when he saw that she wanted to cook even though she was incredibly weak. Even so, he nodded. “Alright.”

Chu Yue went off to cook eight-treasure porridge. She had already soaked the ingredients through since she wanted to make it with Hupo, but they had more ingredients than were needed for two people, so it was fine even if she split a little with the monk.

Once she was done making the eight-treasure porridge, she had Yingda send it over.

The monk frowned when he saw it. He looked at Yingda and said, “She’s sick, and yet you still asked her to cook?”

“I did not. She was anxious when she heard that you did not eat lunch. She said that food is very important for the human body, and if you don’t eat, you’ll end up being very hungry, so she made it in a hurry for you,” Yingda said.

The monk remembered how attentive the widow usually was to him and did not say anything more.

“How is she?” he asked.

“She is indeed sick,” Yingda said.

“She didn’t ask for a physician?” The monk looked at him.

Yingda shook his head. The monk frowned, but said nothing. He only said, “I’ll make do for dinner. You do not have to go over.”

But even though he said that, when it came to the time for dinner, Chu Yue dragged her “severely sick” body over.

“Why did you come?” Yingda asked in shock.

“I’m worried that the master will not eat.” Chu Yue shook her head. Then, she went into the kitchen to work.

When she entered the kitchen, the monk walked out from behind a tree. There was a resigned look on his face. Was the widow treating him like a child? She even said that he might not eat because of a temper tantrum.

“Go and summon an imperial physician.” The monk looked at Yingda.

There was not even need to mention how shocked Yingda felt. The master was actually willing to use an imperial physician for a widow? But he did not say anything. He immediately went off to summon an imperial physician.

Chu Yue made a few fragrant vegetarian dishes and placed them on a stove before she brought it over.