a plate of warm food was practically shoved in front of your face.

“eat up,” jiaoqiu said, with an unamused expression that read ‘i told you so’ written all over it.

the pink-haired foxian sits down by your bedside, helping you get up (despite your insistence that you’re not that sick, you don’t require assistance to do something as minor as sitting up in bed,) and watches as you eat the food that he’s only finished cooking for you a few minutes prior.

“you should take better care of your health,” he commented pointedly, idly tapping the top of the nightstand while you ate. the dish was still steaming, so you had to slowly blow on every spoonful so that it wouldn’t burn your mouth. but aeons, did it taste good, so you were trying not to down it all within seconds. jiaoqiu might’ve been a little grumpy about the fact that you’ve still managed to get yourself sick, but you sure as hell aren’t complaining about the amazing food that he gives you in order to get better.

he did look a little annoyed at the moment, but you knew that his irritation was only surface-level. jiaoqiu can’t ever bring himself to be seriously mad at you. he’s practically spoiling you with the amount of delicious meals he’s making for you, you had to tell him to calm down with it a little. at this rate, you’re not sure if your poor stomach would have enough room to eat it all...

“i already told you that there had been a sickness going around recently,” jiaoqiu continued, crossing one leg over the other as he leaned back a little bit, watching you gradually get through the food. “and you still ended up getting yourself sick.” he scolded, his feathered fan lightly smacking the top of your head as he reprimanded you.