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[are you really enabling him to cook more like this]

There are still thirty-eight chickens.

[locates a small bottle of salve, removing the stopper and

pouring literally all the contents on Wei Wuxian’s hand]

[weiyingdown]

[stares at his hand]

. . .

Putting more on won't make it heal faster.

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[glares down at the mess]

Hm.

[weiyingdown]

--Ah, but I feel so much better! It definitely helped. Thank you, Lan Zhan.

Why don't you bring the food up to our room?

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Wait.

[...gets a cloth and douses it with cool water, before tying it around his hand too]

[weiyingdown]

[his expression softens. how does anyone deal with that stupidly handsome face?!]

That's perfect. It doesn't even hurt.

[shoos Lan Wangji over to the food to bring it upstairs. away from the kitchen is surely a safer place to be]

Go on now, make sure not to drop anything.

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[he takes the rest of the food on a tray

unfortunately they both forgot that the lobby is still a chicken madhouse]

[weiyingdown]

[THE INNKEEPER SHOULDA CLEANED MOST OF THEM UP!!! or. at least half. you can walk without tripping on chickens

Wei Wuxian takes an extra minute to try and clean up the kitchen...or at least put the dirty dishes aside to be washed later before hurrying after Lan Wangji. he does not trust him to be alone]

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[yeah when he gets up to their room he finds the tray carelessly deposited on the bed and Lan Wangji pulling item after item out of his quiankun sleeves before setting it down, unsatisfied]

[weiyingdown]

[closes the door and moves to take the tray and put it at the table instead]

Did you lose something?

[one_note]

Better medicine.

[weiyingdown]

The medicine you gave me was already working perfectly, there's no need for more. Come sit down and eat.

[sits down at the table himself and makes sure to pile everything that Lan Wangji made onto his plate]

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[no!!!!111]

[weiyingdown]

[I AM GOING TO EAT ALL OF THIS FOOD IF YOU DON'T COME OVER!!!]

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[he only does when he’s exhausted all the items in his sleeves D<

the food is good, by Wei WuXian’s standards. abominably spicy]

[weiyingdown]

[just like he likes it!! he is in heaven]

You'll feel better after you have something to eat. Try it, try it! Your food is delicious.

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I want Wei Ying's.

[weiyingdown]

I did say we would trade.

[putting some samples of some very spicy food onto Lan Wangji's plate.]

You have to tell me if you like it. It's not my best work, but we were working with the ingredients that we had, after all.

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[grabs his wrist to examine his hand again, narrow-eyed, a strange tension rising in the air as he does...

then drops it and starts to eat Wei Ying's death cooking]

[weiyingdown]

[goes back to eating his own food once Lan Wangji's plate is sufficiently full, keeping his hand out of reach]

What am I supposed to do with you? Why won't you believe me when I tell you things? If I say it's fine, you should believe me. An injury like this is really nothing.

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Injury is injury.

[weiyingdown]

And the injury is healing. At this rate, if you focus this much on it, we won't be able to talk about secrets anymore! Weren't you interested in that?

[talking between mouthfuls of food, sometimes through a mouthful, stopping onto to pour himself a drink.]

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Time for both.

[weiyingdown]

Not when you have a strict bedtime, there isn't!

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Then Wei Ying is more important.