He actually asked his younger brother to take a bath alone...

...

If he hadn't come back in time...

If something happened to my brother...

The woodcutter will never forgive himself for his whole life.

...

The young scholar finally stopped coughing.

The woodcutter helped the young scholar put on his coat and then helped him to the bed.

He covered the young scholar with a quilt.

"Don't catch a cold."

...

The woodcutter immediately went to the table and brought back ginger tea.

"drink."

The woodcutter handed the ginger tea to the young scholar.

...

The young scholar was stunned.

It seems that I have not completely recovered from the cough just now.

...

"Hold it."

The woodcutter took out the bowl held by the young scholar's hand.

"Or do you want your brother to feed you?"

...

The young scholar shook his head slowly.

...

"Then let's take it safe."

The woodcutter was worried that he never took his hand back.

“This ginger soup is so hot.”

...

The young scholar nodded.

He slowly lowered his head.

"hiss!"

...

If the woodcutter hadn't had his quick eyes and quick hands, the young scholar would have been burned by ginger soup.

...

The woodcutter was worried and angry.

"Is it okay?"

"Didn't you tell you to be careful?"

"how-"

Looking at the dumb look of his brother, the woodcutter stopped.

He sighed deeply in his heart.

"It's my fault."

"I shouldn't have given you such a hot ginger soup."

The woodcutter stirred the ginger soup with a spoon to speed up the cooling of the ginger soup.

...

"alright."

The woodcutter handed the warm ginger soup to the young scholar, "It's not hot anymore."

"Drink."

...

With the first shock, even though the woodcutter said there was no problem, the young scholar still carefully tried the temperature.

After finding out that it's really not hot...

"Gulugulu~"

The young scholar raised his head and swallowed ginger soup.

...

"Drink slowly."

The woodcutter reached out to do something but didn't know what to do.

He was worried that putting his hands on the young scholar's back would cause the young scholar to choke.

...

The young scholar drank quickly and quickly.

Some ginger soup flowed out of the corner of the mouth.

...

The woodcutter opened his mouth.

In the end, I just took a towel to help the young scholar wipe his mouth.

...

The young scholar quickly finished a bowl of ginger soup.

...

"Gululu~"

But it was not the sound of the young scholar swallowing ginger soup, but the sound of the young scholar's belly.

...

A bowl of ginger soup seemed to recall all the senses of the young scholar.

He covered his stomach.

He finally felt hunger.

Strong hunger.

...

The young scholar couldn't help but arched his waist.

I want to relieve the burning sensation caused by hunger.

...

The woodcutter took the young scholar's empty bowl of ginger soup.

Notice the movements of the young scholar, and a moment of doubt made the woodcutter ask the question "Do you have a stomachache?"...

The woodcutter then reacted.

He heard the roar in the young scholar's belly.

He suddenly realized.

"Hungry?"

...

The woodcutter brought the food on the table.

While handing the food to the young scholar, he couldn't help but complain, "Do you still know you're hungry?"

"I thought you had succeeded in fasting and didn't have to eat."

Even though he knew that it was not the right time, the woodcutter couldn't help asking, "Why don't you go back to the inn?"

"Don't go home?"
To be continued...