Given your poor health, it’s only natural for Zhi Xue to be protective of you, feeling helpless if he can’t do anything for you.

In fact, his lack of cooking skills is so dire that the maids banned him from the kitchen, in fear of him accidentally poisoning you.

His face was smudged with soot, holding a pot in his hand that was filled with what was supposed to be.. chicken soup?

“Oh dear, I’m sure I followed the recipe..” He furrows his brow in confusion, wondering why it’s green.