After washing up, Lu Yunchu felt a little hungry. He glanced outside and saw that Wen Zhan had not woken up yet, so he went out with a lantern and planned to call the maid to bring him some food.
The yard was too desolate. Lu Yunchu was a little scared and walked quickly towards the gate.
Before she reached the gate, her body suddenly stopped, and suddenly it was as if a soft film of water pushed her back.
She was stunned and walked forward again. This time she could clearly see the transparent film in the air isolating her in the yard.
It seems that the range of character activities is also limited.
She was not discouraged by this, and she stood still and shouted towards the gate: "Is anyone there?"
The maids turned around in surprise and saw Lu Yunchu standing in the dark in the courtyard. They all knelt down and kowtowed, "Miss, please give me your orders."
Although he knew they were NPCs, Lu Yunchu was still not used to this scene and took two steps back awkwardly: "I'm hungry, go to the kitchen and get me some food."
The maid remained silent.
She realized that this was another contradiction with the plot, so she tried different ways to talk to the NPC to find out the specific details of the plot.
After exploring the courtyard in the cold wind for a while, she finally got a medicine box and sporadic news: the male protagonist didn't like to manage things. He had been away for a long time before, so Lu Yunchu completely replaced the staff in this courtyard, which was equivalent to her own base; she had a big maid who was very influential and should be easier to command than these little maids; when the male protagonist was not around, the female counterpart rarely went out and did not allow anyone to come in. During the day, she would only ask the big maid to bring food to her at noon, and most of the time she asked the maid to bring wine. As for Wen Zhan's meals, the female counterpart would sometimes ask the big maid to bring stale food, and the rest of the time she would ask the big maid to make ginseng soup for him to drink to keep him alive.
The temperature dropped sharply at night, and Lu Yunchu returned to the room shivering, holding the medicine box. After he stepped in, he remembered that there was someone inside.
Wen Zhan had already woken up and was sitting on the couch with his back straight. His back was covered with horrifying scars. The dim candlelight outlined his profile. Hearing the sound of the door being pushed open, he subconsciously tilted his head, his hair swaying slightly with his movement.
Lu Yunchu couldn't help but take two steps back.
However, he did not look over, but turned his head back and stopped moving.
Lu Yunchu didn't know his current state of mind, nor did she understand the character's personality. She didn't dare to get too close, and put the medicine box on the ground a little away from him. Seeing that he was shirtless, she went to the closet to find clothes for him. In the closet here, besides his original clothes, there was a pile of dark coarse linen clothes, which should be the clothes he usually changed into after being stained by blood.
She took the clothes and put them on the medicine box, then stepped back a distance and said, "Change your clothes and apply some medicine on the wound on your leg."
Wen Zhan didn't respond, so Lu Yunchu didn't waste any more words. Thinking about the information he had just obtained from the maids, he went around to the small kitchen next to the house - this was where the head maid cooked ginseng soup for Wen Zhan to keep him alive. The grass and trees in the yard were withered and lifeless, but the small kitchen was tidy by the head maid. It seemed that because the female supporting role didn't allow anyone to enter the yard to clean, the head maid could only clean up the small kitchen where she was active.
The kitchen was full of wine jars and not many fresh ingredients. She searched for a long time but only found some meat floss to go with the wine and half a jar of rice. She had thought that since she had caught a cold from worrying tonight, she would make a bowl of brown sugar ginger soup to calm her nerves. However, she couldn't even find a piece of ginger.
She simply lit the stove, found a clay pot similar to a casserole, and planned to cook a bowl of sweet white porridge to warm her stomach so that she could have a good sleep.
With previous experience, Lu Yunchu quickly found the feel for it and lit the fire, heated the stove, and put the pot in the pot with great skill.
The firewood crackled, and the heat gradually warmed up the small kitchen. The orange-yellow firelight flickered in front of her eyes, making her drowsy.
Lu Yunchu kept stirring the porridge, watching the rice grains gradually grow bigger and fatter, until finally the white bulging belly burst open, and the soft and rotten rice grains melted into the rice porridge, making a gurgling sound.
The rolling white mist with the aroma of hot rice blew towards me, as if stretching time. My heartbeat became soft and I was immersed in an endless peace.
Lu Yunchu once again lamented the tenacity of life. She was clearly trapped in a bizarre world in a book and shackled by fate. She should be afraid and uneasy, but at this moment, looking at the boiling white porridge, she actually felt "how happy it is to be alive". Perhaps only death in this world could make her willpower depressed.
After the meat floss is dried and twisted, the porridge is ready.
Lu Yunchu served himself a bowl of porridge and found a small stool. He was planning to eat here, but suddenly he remembered that there was a seriously injured patient in the room. He immediately felt ashamed and thought, "Do I have to eat alone when I'm just drinking plain porridge?"
She walked back to the room with the tray, pushed the door open with her elbow, and walked in quietly.
She had been prepared that Wen Zhan would just follow the plot like the maids and would not pay attention to what she had just said. However, as soon as she entered the room, she saw the back of Wen Zhan who had changed his clothes. His back was still straight, and he lowered his head silently, as if his figure wanted to blend into the lonely and extinguished candlelight.
Yes, even NPCs without independent consciousness should have the instinct to survive.
Lu Yunchu cleared his throat to remind him that he had come in, but he didn't know if he heard it or not, as he didn't respond.
She placed Wen Zhan's portion of porridge on a small table not far from him: "You probably haven't had a good meal for a long time. I cooked some porridge for you to warm up your stomach."
Wen Zhan said nothing.
Lu Yunchu said again: "Although I know you probably won't understand what I said, I still want to say it again. I am different from the previous person, I won't hurt you, my soul has taken over her body, although we look like the same person, but now I am a completely new me. It sounds confusing and scary, but..." No matter how scary it is, it wouldn't be as scary as being tortured every day.
Wen Zhan raised his head and glanced in her direction.
Lu Yunchu couldn't see his expression clearly, and felt that the male supporting role must hate the original body to the core. He did not dare to take it lightly and took a few steps back.
Wen Zhan paused and looked away.
Lu Yunchu felt a little embarrassed, so he didn't waste any more words. He took the plate away, found a small table and sat down to drink his porridge.
The golden meat floss is sprinkled on the white porridge, fluffy and soft, and glows with a crispy yellow oil under the oil lamp. Take a chopstick of the meat floss on the surface and press it into the white porridge. It does not need to be soaked for too long, just slightly coated with rice paste, and put it into your mouth before the heat dissipates. The meat floss soaked in rice paste has a unique mellow feeling. The loose meat floss blends with the fresh white porridge, with the right saltiness and the meat fragrance becomes particularly sweet.
Her stomach felt warm and her limbs gradually became warm. The strong feeling of happiness made her forget her previous irritability. What could she not get through
She looked up at Wen Zhan, but she didn't expect that he was looking at her. When he saw her looking up, he turned his head slightly and looked away.
"Hey, eat quickly!" She couldn't guess Wen Zhan's thoughts, so she gave up trying. After all, the people in this world were not on the same thinking channel as normal people, so there was no need to make things difficult for herself.
Wen Zhan still didn't say anything, and Lu Yunchu was used to it. Just when she thought Wen Zhan was going to continue sitting there like an unconscious stone statue, he suddenly stood up.
He was very tall and very thin, with his back always straight. The loose coarse linen clothes looked out of place on him.
His face and lips were pale, and it was obvious that he was in great pain, but he remained expressionless and didn't seem to care.
He took a few steps forward, his posture somewhat awkward, his face becoming paler.
Lu Yunchu's mood sank, and he felt sorry for his lack of patience just now. Before he could say anything, he heard a dull "thump" and Wen Zhan fell to his knees.
He lowered his head, his back still straight, but he was shaking violently.
Lu Yunchu saw blood oozing out of his wrist as he was supporting himself on the ground - because there was no gauze, the wound that was so deep that the bone could be seen was only sprinkled with medicine but not bandaged.
The shocking wounds on his upper body emerged in her mind. She was sure that his legs would not be much better. She didn't know how he cleaned the wounds and applied medicine by himself.
She knew very well that he was just a character in the plot, a puppet just like those maids, but at this moment she could not bear to watch it any longer. She always felt that this embarrassing scene was extremely cruel to a person who never bent his back.
She heard him stand up, then slowly and steadily walk to the table, and then the spoon and bowl collided, and he must have picked up the plate...
Lu Yunchu sighed in her heart. She was not a smart person. She was trapped in this yard, surrounded by a group of NPCs who could not understand human language. She could not even save herself, so how could she save him? If both of them followed the plot line, they would eventually die. What she did was just to let him eat something hot and wear warm clothes like her before he died.
Thinking of this, she stood up and ran to the kitchenette.
Wen Zhan brought the dinner plate to the table in front of the couch and sat down with difficulty.
The hot porridge just out of the pot was boiling hot. Before I got close to it, a mist covered my face. The soft and long-lasting warmth made it a little breathless.
He picked up the spoon, his hand shaking involuntarily due to the injury. The ugly, long wound on the back of his hand looked even more severe against the backdrop of the white porcelain spoon.
He hadn't eaten hot food for so long that he even forgot to blow on his lips before eating. When the hot porridge touched his lips, it burned him so much that he was stunned for a moment.
His eyelashes trembled, and his cold facial features were rubbed with white mist, and suddenly seemed to melt away.
He put the spoon into his mouth, and the thick white porridge slid down his throat. The soft rice porridge exuded a faint mellow fragrance. This is the simplest taste of food, simple and pure, extremely bland, but with a subtle and gentle taste.
He put the porridge into his mouth one mouthful after another, almost mechanically. Even though the wound on his right wrist kept bleeding and his fingers had difficulty gaining leverage, and the hand holding the spoon handle was shaking more and more violently, his face remained expressionless, as if the pain had nothing to do with him.
At this time, Lu Yunchu ran in from outside holding a pottery jar, stood in front of him, and panted: "Wait a minute, I'll put some sugar in it for you."
After saying that, her eyes fell on the wound on his wrist, which was so painful that her teeth ached. She forgot to be on guard and walked forward a few steps. She opened the pottery jar and put a small spoonful of brown sugar in it for him: "You haven't eaten for a long time. Your stomach should be very uncomfortable. You can't eat anything too sweet, so I only put a little bit in it. It should be okay if it tastes good."
She had just found the sugar jar while exploring the kitchen. The brown sugar made using traditional methods was not too sweet, and even had a slightly bitter taste, but that little sweetness was better than nothing.
The brown sugar fell into the porridge, dissolved and dispersed into thin red threads.
"You stir--" Originally he wanted him to stir it evenly, but seeing the eroded wound on his wrist, Lu Yunchu simply snatched his spoon and stirred it for him. Then he suddenly remembered that this seemed too close, and quickly took a few steps back.
Wen Zhan lowered his head. Lu Yunchu couldn't see his expression clearly, but he probably still had that expressionless look.
From letting him drink the porridge to Lu Yunchu adding sugar to him and suddenly grabbing his spoon to stir the porridge, he never had any resistance, he just did whatever she said. Now that she stepped back, he picked up the porcelain spoon again and continued to drink the porridge quietly.
Lu Yunchu looked at it twice and then stopped, walking back to his seat to finish his porridge. Even though he could understand that he was no longer the crazy and vicious female supporting role, he was still a female supporting role after all, and it was difficult to ask him not to feel disgusted with him.
Of course, the most likely possibility is that he simply won't understand what she's saying, nor will he react to the changes in the world.
Wen Zhan put the porridge into his mouth.
For ordinary people, the white porridge with a little brown sugar in it has almost no sweetness, but for him, the unfamiliar taste is extremely strong.
Sweet, soft and glutinous, with a gentle aftertaste.
Wen Zhan had his first and most profound impression of white porridge.
This understanding was so profound that he mistakenly believed that all porridge in the world was like this, warm and sweet.