Sister, can I become a maid too?

Chapter 138 Facial Cleanser Can Cure Illnesses

Saturday morning.

Jiang Yubai opened his eyes, yawning lazily, after being woken up by the alarm clock.

He stared at the ceiling for a while, then suddenly sat up.

Brush your teeth, wash your face, and get ready.

He gripped the doorknob, about to push it open, but then paused.

wrong.

He ran back to the bathroom and spent several minutes trying to adjust his expression in front of the mirror.

Only when the guy in the mirror looked weak and powerless, as if he had been up for three nights straight, did Jiang Yubai nod with satisfaction, push open the door and walk out.

As soon as he stepped outside, he took a deep breath as usual, and his eyes lit up.

But the next second, he suddenly frowned and sniffed carefully again, not believing it.

The air was filled with a fragrant aroma, but it also carried a strange, spicy scent.

It feels slightly...familiar.

—Really?

Jiang Yubai's heart skipped a beat, and a bad premonition immediately arose.

He moved quietly and hesitantly toward the dining table.

At the dining table, Lin Jianxia and Lin Tingwan, the two sisters, were already seated as usual, waiting for him to start the meal.

Seeing Jiang Yubai's haggard appearance, a fleeting smile crossed Lin Jianxia's eyes, but her face was full of concern:

"Jiang Yubai, you... are you on your period?"

Jiang Yubai nodded heavily:

"Yes, this time... it's a bit more serious than before."

As he spoke, he even put on a weak and haggard expression.

Lin Tingwan, standing to the side, glanced at her sister, then at Jiang Yubai, whose expression was clearly off, and worriedly raised her little notebook:

Is Jiang Yubai sick?

Before Jiang Yubai could speak, Lin Jianxia turned her head and patiently explained to her younger sister:

"It's not that you're sick, Wanwan. Just like your sister and you used to feel unwell, Jiang Yubai also has a few days like this. It's okay."

Lin Tingwan nodded as if she understood, her expression relaxing a little, but her gaze still fell on Jiang Yubai with worry.

Jiang Yubai remained silent for two seconds.

Now that things have come to this, it seems impossible to say something like, "I made up the molting period."

After Lin Jianxia finished "explaining" things to her younger sister, Jiang Yubai looked at the dining table in front of him with a subtle expression:

"Um... could someone explain to me what this thing is?"

In front of Lin Jianxia and Lin Tingwan, there was Jiang Yubai's favorite spicy cheese chicken pancake.

And in front of him...

It consisted of two large white steamed buns, served with a large bowl of reddish-brown, unidentified liquid that emitted a pungent odor.

"Steamed buns with ginger soup," Lin Jianxia said matter-of-factly, "are delicious."

—You're kidding me, I want spicy chicken pancakes!

Jiang Yubai squinted and looked over, his voice weak but tinged with a struggle:

"One more question... are there any other options?"

Lin Jianxia shook her head seriously:

"You're feeling weak right now and can't eat spicy food, so there won't be any cheese spicy chicken pancakes for you today."

"Steamed buns are easy to digest and can replenish energy; ginger soup is good because it's easy to catch a cold in this weather, so drinking it will warm you up and keep you cozy. Listen to me."

Jiang Yubai: "........."

This guy's tone was exceptionally patient, like he was coaxing a disobedient child.

But the way she spoke, the more it seemed, was all for her own good, leaving Jiang Yubai with no reason to find fault.

He opened his mouth, trying to struggle:

"Um... since you're feeling weak, shouldn't you eat something good to nourish yourself? Like... chicken or something?"

As he spoke, his gaze kept drifting towards the spicy chicken pancake across from him, his meaning couldn't be clearer.

"no."

Lin Jianxia refused decisively.

"It's only morning now, why bother with supplements? Light and easily digestible foods are the most important."

So you can only eat plain steamed buns?

Jiang Yubai's lips twitched, and his gaze fell on the bowl of red ginger soup beside him, his voice sounding even more bitter:

"Well... I don't need to drink ginger soup anymore, right? I think I'm quite healthy..."

He had actually smelled it long ago, but he was just unwilling to give up and wanted to struggle a little longer.

After all, he vividly remembered that smell and really didn't want to experience it again.

"That won't work either."

Lin Jianxia moved the bowl of ginger soup towards him again, looking completely at ease.

"Ginger soup is for prevention. You're not very healthy; what if you catch a cold?"

She blinked and added:

"Besides, how long did you have a fever after you didn't finish the ginger soup last time?"

"Besides, you've already made me longan and brown sugar water. This was just a small gesture of care, you don't need to feel embarrassed."

Jiang Yubai looked at the steaming bowl of "care" and was speechless for a moment.

—The last fever had absolutely no causal relationship with the ginger soup!

Besides, he'd rather drink longan and brown sugar water than this stuff; at least that tastes better.

She wanted to say something more, but when she looked up and met Lin Jianxia's "loving" gaze and Lin Tingwan's worried eyes, she swallowed her words.

"well......."

Sitting back in his chair, Jiang Yubai resignedly took a bite of his steamed bun.

The steamed buns were indeed soft and sweet, but no matter how fragrant they were, they were still just steamed buns. No matter how much you chewed them, you couldn't taste the spicy chicken pancake flavor.

Lin Jianxia, ​​standing to the side, was still gently reminding:

"Don't just eat, what if you choke? Have some ginger soup to help."

Jiang Yubai was a little suspicious that this guy was doing it on purpose because of his solicitous tone.

After staring at her for a while, Lin Jianxia's face was full of concern, and even a hint of innocent doubt.

"What's wrong?" She blinked, turning her head to look at Lin Tingwan beside her. "Tingwan, do you think he should drink ginger soup?"

Lin Tingwan nodded earnestly, her eyes clear.

What else could Jiang Yubai say?

He took a deep breath, picked up the bowl of ginger soup, looked at it for a few seconds with a complicated expression, and finally hardened his heart, pinched his nose and poured it down.

Sweet, spicy, and with the pungent kick of ginger, all rush into your throat at once.

After finishing the bowl of ginger soup, Jiang Yubai ate two large mouthfuls of steamed bun to suppress the strange taste in his mouth.

After finally finishing this grueling breakfast, before he could even catch his breath, Lin Jianxia suddenly came over and firmly supported his wrist.

He was momentarily stunned:

"No, what are you doing?"

Lin Jianxia didn't say anything, but gave her sister a wink.

Lin Tingwan immediately understood and obediently took his other arm.

The two sisters, one on each side, lifted him up and carried him towards the room.

Only after putting him back on the bed did Lin Jianxia nod in satisfaction and instruct him:

"Jiang Yubai, you can rest well today. Leave everything at home to me."

Jiang Yu opened his mouth, but swallowed the words back. In the end, he could only nod weakly and shrink into the quilt, trying his best to look "sickly and weak".

Just kidding, you've already eaten the plain steamed buns and drunk the ginger soup. If you were to jump out now and say, "Oh, I was just kidding," wouldn't that be a huge loss for you?

I'd rather stay in bed and pretend to be sick.

Seeing his cooperative manner, Lin Jianxia's lips seemed to curve slightly, but she quickly pursed them and coughed lightly, saying:

"Well... Wanwan, I'll go clean up the dishes now. You should go back to your room first and not disturb Jiang Yubai's rest."

But Lin Tingwan glanced at the "weak" Jiang Yubai on the bed, shook her head, and lowered her head to write earnestly in the notebook:

"Sister, go ahead. I'll stay with Jiang Yubai."

Lin Jianxia opened her mouth, glanced between the two, and finally just pursed her lips and said:

"Then don't bother him. He's a patient right now and needs to rest."

She emphasized the word "patient".

Jiang Yubai felt that these words were somewhat sarcastic, but he couldn't find any fault with them for the time being.

Lin Jianxia left after saying "I'll be back in a bit."

In the room, only the two of them could be heard breathing softly.

Seeing that Lin Jianxia had left, Jiang Yubai immediately stopped his weak and whimpering act and his expression returned to normal.

He stroked his chin, deep in thought.

This guy... he's not really planning to treat him like he has a fever all day, is he? Just leave him lying there until night?

Can not be done.

He used to fall asleep when he had a fever, but if he had to lie in bed all day now, wouldn't he be bored to death?

Jiang Yubai was pondering how to recover more naturally when he suddenly smelled a faint scent of lavender wafting closer.

Coming to his senses, he turned his head and saw that Lin Tingwan had leaned over at some point and gently placed the back of her hand on his forehead.

He was taken aback at first, then found himself both amused and exasperated.

"It's nothing, it's nothing, I don't have a fever."

It seems that having a fever all day last time really scared this girl. As soon as she heard that he was not feeling well, the first thing she did was to use her little hand to check her own temperature.

But Lin Tingwan didn't stop. She touched his forehead and then her own, and only withdrew her little hand after confirming that the temperature was normal.

She stared at Jiang Yubai for a few seconds, then lowered her head and began scribbling in her notebook.

"Is Jiang Yubai feeling unwell?"

Jiang Yubai could still act without changing his expression in front of Lin Jianxia, ​​but when faced with Lin Tingwan's clear yet worried eyes, he suddenly felt a little guilty.

He gently stroked the girl's soft hair, his tone softening unconsciously:

"It's nothing, your sister is making a mountain out of a molehill."

Lin Tingwan stared at him for a long time, unsure whether she believed him or not. She simply lowered her head and wrote a few words in her notebook.

The handwriting this time was brief and familiar.

"hug."

Although Jiang Yubai was somewhat surprised, he still nodded familiarly.

Before she could even agree, Lin Tingwan leaned over and gently lifted a corner of the blanket—

But this time she didn't rush into his arms as usual.

The girl leaned closer, gently wrapping one arm around Jiang Yubai's neck and pulling his head towards her chest, while her other hand soothingly patted the top of his head.

Jiang Yubai felt that the air around him was filled with the scent of lavender, and for a moment his mind went blank.

After an unknown amount of time, Lin Tingwan finally let go of her hand, sat back down in her chair, and began writing something with her head down.

"Is Jiang Yubai feeling better?"

Jiang Yubai was still a little dazed for a moment, only feeling the soft touch lingering on his cheek.

He nodded subconsciously: "Feeling better..."

It's more than just a little better.

Even if he were truly lying in bed on the verge of death, this hug would probably extend his life by three more days.

But then, he suddenly realized—

The nature of this hug... is different from the usual requests.

This hug was given to him by Lin Tingwan.

It seems that in a young girl's world, a hug is the best cure for everything.

That's why when Lin Tingwan felt he was uncomfortable, she would earnestly do this, using a hug to try and make him feel better.

His heart softened, and he suddenly couldn't bear to let the girl continue to worry.

"Wanwan," Jiang Yubai sighed, "I'm actually not sick."

He patiently explained the whole story, including the joking "egg-shedding period" and the fact that he had been pretending to be unwell while wearing an umbrella these past two days.

"...So, that's the situation."

Jiang Yubai paused after speaking, then belatedly realized—wait, will Lin Tingwan be angry?

To be honest, if it were Jiang Yubai himself, a friend would say they were sick, and he would take good care of them for a long time, only to have the friend casually say, "It was all a lie"...

If he doesn't beat him so badly he can't get out of bed, then Jiang Yubai is truly kind-hearted.

After putting himself in her shoes, he looked at Lin Tingwan with some nervousness.

Lin Tingwan seemed to finally understand what he meant and held up her notebook.

"So Jiang Yubai isn't sick?"

Jiang Yubai nodded cautiously.

"That's good."

Jiang Yubai was stunned when he saw those three simple words and the girl's obviously relaxed expression.

He pursed his lips, and suddenly felt an urge to pull this incredibly cute girl into his arms.

—I'm never faking illness again. If I do, I'm a dog.

Jiang Yubai was thinking this to himself, and was just about to say something when a soft "click" came from the doorway—

He slumped back down in a flash, his face instantly switching back to that weak expression.

Woof woof, woof woof woof..... woof woof woof woof woof woof.

(Well, I've already put on this act... I might as well finish it today.)

Lin Jianxia had obviously just finished washing the dishes. She peeked at Jiang Yubai on the bed, then at Lin Tingwan sitting beside her, and said:

"Wanwan, you should go back to your room and rest. I'll take care of Jiang Yubai here."

After glancing at Jiang Yubai, Lin Tingwan obediently nodded, got up, and left.

Lin Jianxia sat down in the chair without any hesitation, smiling and resting her chin on her hand:

"How are you feeling?"

Jiang Yubai felt that her expression didn't seem like she was looking at a patient, but rather like she was looking at something interesting.

He nodded weakly, his voice feeble:

"I feel okay... I just don't have much strength. Lying down for a while should make me feel better..."

He was essentially laying the groundwork for his future recovery, but Lin Jianxia's eyes lit up when she heard this:

"You feel weak? Do you have a cold?"

Jiang Yubai: "?"

Before he could react, Lin Jianxia suddenly stood up again, saying with conviction:

"I have a family secret recipe for treating colds, it's incredibly effective, just wait a minute!"

After saying that, he suddenly ran out again.

He looked rather impatient.

Jiang Yubai couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding.

In less than two minutes, Lin Jianxia carefully carried a bowl back, her steps light and quick, a bright smile on her face:

"Ginger soup is here~~"