Fu Yun Shen glanced at the woman behind him in the rearview mirror. Although the light was dim, he could still see her small face, which was wrinkled like a bun. She was also occasionally gasping for breath. For some reason, a strange feeling arose in him.

However, he quickly shook his head to dispel the feeling. How could he find this disgusting woman cute? It must be an illusion.

As the villa receded into the distance until it disappeared around the corner, Le Yao finally relaxed. Then, a wave of drowsiness washed over her, and she fell asleep. Dancing, kicking Nangong Jue, and running away were all very tiring.

When she woke up again, she found herself lying in an unfamiliar room with a small nightlight on.

She hurriedly sat up and found that her clothes were still intact, but her feet had been wrapped up like dumplings, obviously having been treated with medicine.

It hurt a little when I landed, but it was within a tolerable range. There was a pair of men's slippers by the bed, which were just right for my bandaged feet.

When she came out of the bedroom, she found Fu Yun Shen busy in the open kitchen. Hearing the sound, he turned around and looked at her: "You were sleeping soundly and I couldn't wake you up, so I had to bring you back. Your foot has been treated with medicine. It's just a superficial injury, nothing serious... If you're hungry, just wait. I only know how to cook noodles. It's too late to order takeout now."

Le Yao sat down on the chair: "Thank you." She felt a little embarrassed thinking about how the person had carried her out of the car and even applied medicine to her feet.

"How do you plan to thank me?" Fu Yun Shen raised an eyebrow slightly.

"I'm broke right now. Nangong Jue didn't give me the breakup fee he promised, and I need to live on the little money I have. So, how about this: if you ever need any help in the future, I won't refuse if I can help." Le Yao said earnestly, "How about it?"

Fu Yun Shen didn't say anything more, but instead brought out the noodles he had cooked. "Although they don't look very appetizing, they taste alright."

Le Yao looked at the sticky bowl and twitched her lips. If it didn't look good, how could it taste good?

Fu Yun Shen sat down and started eating heartily: "Is it not good? I think it's alright." At least it's cooked.

“Well…” Le Yao tugged at the corner of her mouth, “This noodle dish of yours doesn’t look appetizing at all; even a dog probably wouldn’t eat it.”

Fu Yunshen: ...

Who are you calling a dog? You don't eat it yourself, so you're being called a dog? I eat this all the time, does that mean I'm worse than a dog?

For a moment, he didn't know whether to swallow the noodles in his mouth or not.

Le Yao didn't care what Fu Yun Shen was thinking. She went to the kitchen to gather some ingredients and found that everything was quite complete, including half a bag of flour. She then made two servings of hand-pulled noodles and prepared a tomato and egg sauce.

Fu Yun Shen looked at the hand-pulled noodles, then at the noodles he had cooked, and silently pushed the bowl away.

"There's not enough time, just try this for now." Le Yao filled a large bowl for Fu Yun Shen, then poured the sauce over the noodles and pushed it in front of him.

Fu Yun swallowed hard, took a bite, and his eyes lit up immediately: "Han Binglan, when did you learn to cook? I remember you almost burned down Lord Jue's villa while cooking for him..." The kitchen renovation alone cost nearly 100,000 yuan.