Zhou Mushen returned quickly. When Jiang Jiamian had gone back to the bedroom and lain down briefly, he faintly heard movement downstairs.
He had no intention of getting up.
He was determined to lie in bed and wait for that all-around butler to bring him food.
Whatever Zhou Mushen's purpose was, since he was so eager to work, he might as well do it properly. As someone who enjoyed being taken care of, Jiang Jiamian saw no reason to refuse.
Besides, the original owner's body was genuinely weak. Once he lay down, he really didn't want to move at all.
His face was slightly pale and sickly as he lay there, eyes closed, listening to the faint sounds from downstairs. Soon, he sank deeper into the quilt.
Zhou Mushen returned and went straight into the kitchen. He likely guessed that Jiang Jiamian didn't intend to come downstairs, so he didn't try to greet him and instead began cooking.
Before long, a fragrant aroma drifted through the kitchen, which had been unused for a long time.
