HIS SMILE

Chapter 21

Unfortunately, the housekeeper's joy and sorrow couldn't be seen.

Jin pulled Jungkook to the sofa, rummaged through his medicine box and stuffed the thermometer into Jungkook's hands. "Obediently sit here and I'll get you a cup of hot water." Then he took out a cartoon cup from the box, washing it clean, circled the house and found the water dispenser. 

"You're sick and need to drink more hot water." Jin tested the water temperature with the back of his hand. He handed the cup over and took the thermometer. "37.9 degrees. It is a low-grade fever and for now, you don't need to take antipyretics."

"Did you get a cold when you came down from the company last night without a coat?" Jin frowned ruefully. "I knew I should've gone upstairs or at least reminded you to wear a coat."

"My body isn't good." Jungkook coughed twice. "Last night, I forgot to close the window. It has nothing to do with you."

The housekeeper looked at the cartoon cup with a big doll head and the words 'Tomorrow will be Better'. He smiled at the ridiculous mug and shifted his gaze.

One of the basic criteria for a qualified housekeeper: Smile gracefully at the employer's family-related things, no matter how surprising. He was the best graduate of the housekeeping university and would never allow himself to show the slightest flaw.

The temperature of the water wasn't hot or cold. It was just right to go down his throat. Jungkook lay on the sofa and watched Jin busy unpacking, as well as coming back from time to time to replace the towel on Jungkook's forehead. His heart was strangely quiet. His brain had never been as stable as this moment.

"The housekeeper uncle said there will be a lot of delicious food at noon but you are in this situation and can only eat light food." Jin sympathetically patted the hot towel on Jungkook's forehead. "Don't be sad. I'll accompany you to eat porridge for the next two days. Once you are well, I'll invite you to a fancy meal."

Jungkook let Jin pat his towel. Then once Jin took the towel away, Jungkook got up. "Okay."

At noon, the table was indeed full of food. Jin dragged his stool away from the table where Hoseok was sitting and held the rice porridge in front of him. The bowl of porridge was soon in his belly. Jin was ready to eat a second bowl when he saw that Jungkook's bowl of porridge was barely touched. "Are you unable to eat because you have stomach pains?"

Jungkook put down the bowl and wiped his mouth with his handkerchief. "It doesn't matter. You don't have to worry about me."

"What do you mean? Don't worry about you?" Jin put down the bowl and was ready to add rice. "If you're sick and don't eat, how can your body last?"

"Just wait." He got up and ran to the kitchen, bringing out a bowl of sour cowpeas. "This is my pickled cowpeas. Previously, the aunt who took care of my made it and it is particularly delicious. I got her recipe and it is delicious, especially when two drops of sesame oil is poured on it. You aren't accustomed to eating this so you should try it first." 

The sour cowpeas were slightly spicy and the pickling time was good. There was a crisp texture and salty taste. It was a bit sour and went very well with the light rice porridge.

"How is it?" Jin looked at Jungkook with some anticipation.

"Good." Jungkook didn't frown even when eating the sour cowpeas. Thanks to the sour cowpeas, Jungkook barely managed to eat half a bowl of rice porridge. By the time he put down the chopsticks, Jin had already eaten three bowls of porridge.