Well, to be honest, Qiqi's cooking was pretty average too, but it was way better than those street takeout orders. Still, the Wolf King knew Qiqi was sick and busy right now, so he could put up with it. What he couldn't stand was her insane study habits—she hadn't even fully recovered yet, and she'd stay up all night reading, coughing her lungs out while pushing herself to the limit. It really broke his heart.
It was already late at night, but the light in Qiqi's bedroom was still on. The Wolf King sat in the study, flipping through a copy of *World Military Overview*, listening to the ticking of the clock on the desk, feeling a bit worried.
Eventually, he got up and went to Qiqi's room, knocking on the door. "Qiqi, still not resting?"
Qiqi replied, "Yeah, I'm reading."
Rong Yi pushed the door open and said, "It's almost midnight. You should get some sleep. You're still sick—don't catch another cold, or Lu Wei will blame me again."
Qiqi smiled. "It's fine. I'll sleep after a little more reading."
Rong Yi let out an "oh" and went back to his room.
But by one in the morning, the light in Qiqi's room was still on. Rong Yi knocked again, and this time, he heard Qiqi's intermittent coughing from inside. "Cough, cough, Rong Yi, the door's unlocked..."
Rong Yi pushed the door open and found Qiqi coughing, her face flushed red from the strain. He quickly stepped forward to gently pat her back, deeply concerned. "Are you feeling unwell again?"
Qiqi finally caught her breath, lifted her sharp little face, and looked at the Wolf King with pitiful eyes. "Rong Yi, I'm so hungry..."
"Hungry? I'll go buy you something to eat." Rong Yi turned to leave, but Qiqi called him back. "Forget it, it's the middle of the night. Nothing's open outside. Can you check the kitchen to see if there's anything to eat?"
Rong Yi nodded and went to the kitchen. Since they hadn't cooked at home for days, the fridge was empty. He searched every corner of the kitchen and finally found only a pack of white fungus—and it was dried.
He brought the white fungus to Qiqi's room and asked, "Can we eat this?"
Qiqi nodded. "Yeah, we can. White fungus nourishes yin and moistens the lungs—it's good for coughing. But... never mind, it's too much trouble to make."
Rong Yi let out an "oh" and took the white fungus back to the kitchen to put it away. Just then, he heard Qiqi coughing again. His heart ached, and after hesitating for a long time, he turned back and asked, "How do you make it? Teach me."
Qiqi was stunned—the Wolf King, who had never lifted a finger in the kitchen, was actually going to cook? And he wanted to make white fungus soup for her personally?
Wow, that was truly flattering.
She quickly waved her hand. "Forget it, it's too much trouble..."
Rong Yi: "You don't trust me?"
Seeing his stubborn gaze, Qiqi felt deeply moved. "No, it's just that it needs to be simmered slowly over low heat—it takes a lot of time. It's so late now, you should get some rest too."
The Wolf King ignored her, took the white fungus back to the kitchen, but this time, he pulled out the cookbook Qiqi had bought last time from the kitchen drawer. It happened to have the recipe for white fungus soup.
Rong Yi broke off some white fungus, washed it, and followed the book's instructions step by step, adding water and then placing it on the gas stove.
But how did you use a gas stove? The Wolf King, who had never cooked before, was stumped.
He stood in front of the stove, tapping and fiddling, desperately trying to recall his meager life experience in the demon realm—he vaguely remembered hearing a servant say that in the mortal world, you had to light a fire to cook, using a flint to ignite dry wood... but the room was so clean, where was the wood? And where was the flint?