Living With My Yandere Professor Chapter 81: Scarlett Can Stew

"This doesn’t feel quite right, let’s forget it."

Before Andrew could reply, Scarlett denied the idea herself; it was just a fleeting thought from a mont of impulse.

She always treated Andrew like a child and lover, but chewing the food and feeding it to him was still a bit too much.

But what should she do now?

Scarlett didn’t know how to handle the situation. Having lived alone her entire life, she had absolutely no idea how to care for soone, and facing Andrew’s internal heat, she was completely lost.

"Right! I’ll search online."

Scarlett thought about searching online for what to do when one has internal heat.

The results she found beca more and more ridiculous. According to what was online, Andrew might even have oral cancer and would need long-term treatnt at a hospital.

Scarlett, who knew nothing about dicine, felt the suggestions were unreliable just by looking at them.

It was like saying if your finger got a scrape, you should cut off the entire arm, that was obviously out of the question.

But Scarlett didn’t have any friends studying dicine, so she didn’t know who to ask.

Just as she was thinking, Scarlett suddenly rembered that Andrew’s Older Sister, Catherine, studied dicine, and she could ask her.

"What is your sister’s WeChat ID? Send it to ."

Upon hearing this, Andrew jumped, shaking his head repeatedly.

’No way! I’m already suffering this much, and now she wants to expose my secret to my sister! This is too cruel.’

Scarlett sighed as she watched him, "I’m asking you about your sister, what to do when you have internal heat and a canker sore. Isn’t she studying dicine?"

Andrew still shook his head desperately, refusing to give it.

’If Older Sister knew he had a canker sore, even if she didn’t actively harm him, she would definitely mock him relentlessly.’

Seeing Andrew’s resistant actions, Scarlett frowned helplessly, "You were afraid of before, and now you’re afraid of your sister. I’m realizing you’re quite afraid of won, aren’t you?"

"I % ￥ %...#" Andrew tried to say sothing, but because his mouth hurt, he couldn’t open it wide, and he dared not touch the ulcerated area with his tongue. This resulted in slurred speech, and Scarlett couldn’t understand anything he said.

"Type it out to . I can’t understand what you’re saying."

"Oh."

Andrew quickly took out his phone and typed, "My severe internal heat now is caused by My sister."

Scarlett raised an eyebrow upon reading it and glanced at Andrew, "You were greedy for food and got internal heat. How can you bla your sister?"

When Andrew heard this, he was so angry he was about to accuse his Older Sister, but the sudden excitent made him bite his tongue, causing a sharp pain that made his whole body feel numb.

Scarlett felt a jolt in her heart watching him. Just looking at it seed excruciatingly painful.

She reached out and gently stroked Andrew’s cheek, "Don’t get agitated. Just type it out to ."

Seeing Scarlett gently comforting him, Andrew was so moved he was almost crying, and he quickly typed with both hands.

"Scar, you are so kind, unlike my sister, who only knows how to harm ."

Scarlett looked at Andrew, whose eyes were starting to redden, and felt even more distressed, "Alright, alright, don’t cry..."

It was a good thing Catherine wasn’t here. If she saw this scene, she would definitely award Andrew an Oscar statuette.

’Andrew reined in his acting.’

He reined in his touched feelings, then typed to explain to Scarlett, "Last night I asked My sister if it was okay to eat a whole durian, and she said it was fine, so I ate it."

Scarlett pouted helplessly after reading it, "But that durian you bought yesterday was huge. When I fed you so, you already ate quite a bit, and then you ate the rest all by yourself. Of course, you got internal heat."

After speaking, Scarlett released her hands from cradling Andrew’s cheek and picked up her own phone, "Give your sister’s contact information. I’ll ask her. She won’t harm you."

This ti, Andrew didn’t hesitate and gave Scarlett Catherine’s contact information.

Scarlett then stood up, "I’ll go ask how to help you reduce the heat. You stay here and study diligently."

"???"

Andrew was stunned for a while, then quickly typed to ask Scarlett, "Scar, didn’t you say we wouldn’t morize vocabulary tonight?"

"Yes, your mouth is inconvenient for speaking, so no morizing words, but you can look at your notes. Look at them carefully. I’ll quiz you later."

"Do I have to look?"

"Absolutely. Your mouth hurts, but your eyes are fine. If you don’t look tonight, you’ll forget everything I reviewed with you yesterday. Look carefully!"

Scarlett said sternly. This matter seed non-negotiable.

"..." Andrew could only reluctantly take out his notes.

He originally thought that since Scarlett had shown him so much sympathy just now, he could finally have a good rest tonight, but he still couldn’t escape the fate of reviewing.

This was truly a case of clear rewards and punishnts.

After Scarlett left the study, she asked Catherine for a redy for internal heat.

Knowing it was Scarlett, Catherine didn’t joke around and seriously told her the thod.

"Professor Scarlett, go to the supermarket and buy honey syrup. Then bring it back, boil it in water, and have Andrew drink it. Although the effect isn’t as good as freshly stewed, it will still help a bit."

"Okay, I understand."

Scarlett picked up her phone and drove to the supermarket, but she couldn’t find the honey syrup Catherine ntioned. Instead, she found a lot of raw honey, or honey juice.

"It definitely isn’t this drink. What use would buying this beverage have?"

Scarlett helplessly had to ask again.

"If you really can’t find any, just buy so pears and let Andrew gnaw on them. Internal heat isn’t a disease; just let him bear with it for a bit," Catherine replied casually, completely unconcerned.

Scarlett looked at the ssage, thought for a mont, and shook her head, deciding that wouldn’t work.

Pears are hard. This Little Fellow has ulcers in his mouth; he would surely cry out in pain while eating them.

"How about I try to stew honey for him myself?"

Scarlett considered doing it herself but hesitated a little.

She knew her own cooking skills were truly terrible.

But there was no other way at the mont. After so thought, Scarlett decided to do it herself.

"I’ll be careful and serious, following the tutorial step by step. I probably won’t ss it up again."

Scarlett searched for a tutorial online and began purchasing the ingredients for honey stew according to the requirents.

The tutorial called for regular honey and rock sugar, but when Scarlett arrived at the shelf, she found several varieties of honey.

After looking for a long ti, she still didn’t know which ones were good.

"Forget it, I’ll buy the expensive ones. They surely won’t be that bad."

Scarlett directly chose the most expensive honey. Fearing she might ruin it and waste the ingredients, she bought a large bag to take back.

When she spoke, Andrew, who was in the study, peeked his head out when he heard the movent.

Scarlett, carrying a full bag with one hand, lightly scolded Andrew in a soft voice, as if commanding a child, "You keep studying. I’m going to stew honey syrup for you to drink."

Andrew retracted his head upon hearing this.

But a bad premonition already filled his heart, ’Can what Professor Scarlett stew actually be drunk?’