A miraculous doctor descended from the heavens.

When Gu Feng returned home, he was greeted by a rich aroma as soon as he entered the door. Looking up, he saw Su Man'er busily working in the kitchen.

"Oh, you're back? I was planning to bring you some food at school later." Su Man'er's eyes were full of surprise when she saw him.

"The school said I can apply for off-campus accommodation, so I'll be living at home from now on." Gu Feng said as he walked into the kitchen, gently wrapping his arms around her slender waist from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder. "What delicious food are you making?"

"Hehe..." Su Man'er felt a tickle on her neck from his warm breath and couldn't help but laugh and dodge. "Today I accompanied Zhao Xiaojing back to her hometown in Huicheng Township. It just so happened that someone hunted a wild boar in the mountains, so I bought some back."

Wild boars are a rarity in modern times, only occasionally encountered in remote rural areas. But during the Liao Dynasty, they were commonplace, with thick skin and meat that had an earthy smell, hardly considered delicious.

In those chaotic times of war and famine, having meat to eat was a great blessing. Besides, Gu Feng was never picky about food, so upon hearing this, he immediately cheered, "Great! We'll have meat again tonight!"

The double entendre made Su Man'er blush slightly, and she scolded, "Go away, you're so irresponsible. Wash your hands quickly, dinner is about to start."

Gu Feng looked at her innocently, his eyes wide: "Eating meat is considered improper? Then is there anything proper in this world?"

Su Man'er's cheeks flushed even redder, and she glared at him: "When you shouldn't be smart, you're as cunning as a devil; when you should be smart, you always act foolish."

Gu Feng was speechless and obediently went to wash his hands, but he couldn't help but sigh in his heart that modern people have so many rules. They have to wash their hands before meals, rinse their mouths after meals, and brush their teeth and wash their faces before taking a bath and going to bed at night.

In the past, in the Liao Dynasty, there were no such formalities. People rarely washed their hands or even took a bath more than a few times a year.

When it was time to eat, Su Man'er placed a bowl of soup in front of him: "Drink the soup first, then eat. I've been simmering this soup for two or three hours, drink it while it's hot."

Drinking soup before eating is a Cantonese eating habit, and it is indeed good for the stomach and the body.

Gu Feng didn't have this habit before, but like sleeping naked, he's slowly learning to adapt since Su Man'er came into his life.

I picked up the bowl of soup and took a sip. It was fragrant, smooth, and had a sweet aftertaste. I couldn't help but exclaim, "This soup is delicious! What kind of soup is it?"

"Finish your drink first, then I'll tell you," Su Man'er said with a mysterious smile.

Anyway, you wouldn't drug me. Even if you did, it would only be an aphrodisiac. Thinking this, Gu Feng picked up the soup bowl and slurped it down in one gulp. He put the bowl down and asked, "Can you tell me now?"

"Ginseng, old hen, sheep kidney, wolfberry, pine nuts, and... the wild boar penis that I fought with Zhao Xiaojing for a long time to get."

Su Man'er proudly counted them off one by one. But don't let her current smugness fool you; back in the countryside, when she and Zhao Xiaojing fought over that wild boar penis in front of the whole village, she was incredibly embarrassed. In the end, however, the desire for "sexual happiness" prevailed over her pride, and Su Man'er, with her sharp tongue, managed to buy the whole wild boar penis.

"My God!" Gu Feng gasped, staring blankly at Su Man'er. "Sister, this is all tonic and aphrodisiac stuff! If you drink this whole bowl, you could kill several tigers! Are you crazy?"

Su Man'er's cheeks flushed, and her two large, clear eyes bravely met his gaze. Her tone was extremely ambiguous: "You're not Wu Song, and I'm not a tiger, so it's not that exaggerated. Besides, even if you were Wu Song and I were the tiger, would you... be willing to take my life?"

"Uh..." Gu Feng felt that the soup was really powerful. The reaction came as soon as he swallowed it. He was completely captivated by Su Man'er's eyes and murmured, "If that tiger looked as charming as you, I think Brother Wu Song would definitely not be able to bring himself to kill it."

"You're so glib, hurry up and eat," Su Man'er scolded, knowing that an empty stomach wouldn't be good for the "battle" to come.

"Yes, ma'am!" Gu Feng nodded, took the rice she handed him, and started shoveling it into his mouth.

"Slow down, no one's going to take it from you. Look at you, you're like a starving ghost reincarnated. Doesn't the school provide meals?"

"Yes, I do. But how can it compare to my sister's cooking?" Gu Feng mumbled as he wolfed down his food.

I was so busy watching my senior brothers perform at noon today that I barely ate any food. Besides, at his age, how can he live up to the title of "young man" if he doesn't finish three or four bowls of rice in one meal?

"You know how to talk," Su Man'er smiled, pursing her lips.

The scene before her made her feel especially warm.

Looking back on my days living alone, that was truly a makeshift existence. Leftovers and cold rice would make do with a meal, a packet of instant noodles would also be a meal, and sometimes I would even combine two meals into one.

Unlike now, there's soup and rice, laughter and conversation, seasoned with warmth and made for a happy meal.

"By the way, Gu Feng, do you think Dean Peng might stand us up? I called him today about the medicine, and he said he wasn't feeling well and told me to talk about it again in a couple of days."

"When did you call?" Gu Feng asked.

"In the afternoon."

"Oh, so he wasn't lying to you, he really isn't feeling well. He'll be lucky to recover in three to five days, let alone two."

"Hmm? What's going on?" Su Man'er asked curiously.

Gu Feng had no choice but to recount what he had witnessed in the office that morning.

After hearing this, Su Man'er covered her mouth to suppress a laugh: "Dean Peng is already so old, yet he's still so energetic. He's really old in years but young at heart."

"That's right, that female companion is my teacher. I don't know how I'll face her in the future." Gu Feng sighed. "This old man is so disrespectful, he's setting a bad example for his descendants."

"What's there to be embarrassed about? It wasn't you who got caught." Su Man'er paused, then suddenly got up and ran to the door, pulled the lock back and forth a few times, carefully fiddling with it before sitting back down.

"Sister, what are you doing?" Gu Feng asked, puzzled.

"What else can we do? Check if the lock is secure, so that we don't get caught..." Su Man'er started to say, but then blushed and couldn't finish her sentence.

Seeing her embarrassed look, Gu Feng secretly chuckled: "Don't worry, sister, my ears are very sharp. No matter what happens within half a mile, it won't escape my ears."

"You think you're so great?" Su Man'er glared at him, then chuckled. "If you're really that good, don't complain tonight."

"For my sister's 'sexual happiness,' I'm not afraid of any hardship or fatigue," Gu Feng said, handing over the empty bowl again. People need to eat to survive; we're about to fight the tiger, so we need to eat our fill, otherwise where will we get the strength?

Wu Song's fight against the tiger was naturally extremely arduous.

A fierce battle ensued overnight. Fortunately, Gu Feng was young and strong, naturally brave and combative, and had a foundation in internal martial arts. In addition, the nourishing and aphrodisiac soup provided additional support, which allowed him to barely manage to hold on.

Su Man'er was, after all, only human, not a superhero, and she got tired too. But Gu Feng was tall and handsome, and Shenzhen University was full of dazzling young women. If she wasn't careful, her "main labor force" might end up being shared with someone else.

She could tolerate playing along, but if it really turned into a one-way trip, that would be truly tragic.

So I had to do everything I could to feed him until he was full, so full that he wouldn't have the energy to sneak out for a snack.

But no matter how shrewd she was, there was one principle she never quite understood—if it's going to rain, if a mother wants to remarry, and if a man wants to cheat, no one can stop it.