Chapter 66. Bai Xiao: Wife, you're not allowed to leave me!

About half an hour later, Bai Xiao returned carrying a large bag of things.

Upon entering, he saw Song Huai fast asleep on the sofa with his eyes closed. He unconsciously held his breath and slowed his movements.

He carefully put down the bag in his hand, and then tiptoed to Song Huai's side.

The next moment, the medicine on the coffee table caught his attention. He picked up the medicine box and carefully examined the instructions.

It is used to treat upper abdominal pain, nausea, vomiting, gastric ulcers, etc.

The lines of text stung his eyes, and his face grew increasingly pale.

He put down the medicine box in a huff, but then he spotted another bottle of medicine in the corner.

Upon inspection, it was diazepam—a sedative, hypnotic, and anti-anxiety medication…

His forehead throbbed, and he almost couldn't catch his breath.

Bai Xiao just wanted to drag Song Huai away immediately and get to the bottom of things, to ask him what kind of life he had been living all these years, why he was so thin, why there wasn't even any decent food in his house, and why he needed to take all sorts of weird medicines.

Bai Xiao originally thought that Song Huai would be better off without her, which is why he agreed to let go five years ago.

Unexpectedly, this person was only outwardly glamorous, but inwardly lived a complete mess.

He was wrong.

That's completely wrong.

In a fit of rage, he reached out and tried to knock Song Huai on the head.

He took two deep breaths, and when his hand fell, it only smoothed out the furrowed brows that were still tightly furrowed in his sleep.

Bai Xiao picked up Song Huai and carried him into the bedroom. She gently laid him flat on the bed and carefully tucked him in as before, making sure there wasn't a single gap.

After finishing these tasks, he tiptoed away, returned to the kitchen, took the ingredients out of the bags one by one, arranged them, rolled up his sleeves, and got to work.

Cut the beef into chunks, blanch the beef and pork bones together, then simmer the bone broth over low heat, while simultaneously putting the beef and various seasonings into a pressure cooker to stew.

Her movements were fluid and graceful, a far cry from the Bai Xiao of yesteryear who couldn't even make a simple scrambled eggs with tomatoes.

One night three years ago, he suddenly had a strong craving for Chen Ji Beef Noodles, Song Huai's favorite. Unfortunately, the shop had been closed for a long time. After much effort, he found the original owner and his wife and finally managed to learn how to make the beef noodles.

From then on, he couldn't stop and started learning to cook. He has wasted countless ingredients, but now he is proficient in multiple cuisines, and he can easily make a simple bowl of beef noodles.

He didn't know where his motivation came from. Perhaps subconsciously, he still hoped that person would eat the food he cooked himself.

After processing the beef and pork bones, he timed it carefully, planning to start kneading the dough in a little while.

Imagining Song Huai's reaction when he smelled the aroma of beef noodles, his eyes unconsciously filled with a smile.

As soon as he sat down on the sofa, he noticed that the phone on the sofa suddenly lit up.

How did Song Huai's phone end up here?

Bai Xiao didn't want to pry into Song Huai's privacy, but the words on the screen were relentlessly shooting into his eyes.

Liu Weitian: [You're on tonight's flight, right? Have a safe trip!]

As if a giant rock had crashed down from the sky, Bai Xiao's heart skipped a beat.

So, is he... leaving again?

He stared at that short line of text on his phone for a long time, his eyes, which had been full of smiles, suddenly dimmed.

Just as he was about to turn off the screen, the wallpaper on his phone caught his attention again.

This is... a photo of him and Song Huai on their first official date.

He vividly remembered that he had meticulously planned the date beforehand, and at the precise moment, as the stars began to fall, he brought Song Huai to the terrace on the mountaintop.

Did Song Huai... keep this photo all this time?

Bai Xiao originally thought that Song Huai had long since moved on from their relationship, and that he was the only one who had been suffering from lovesickness these past few years.

He gently stroked the phone screen with his hand for a long time, then gave a cryptic smile.

Just then, the alarm rang, and he could start kneading the dough.

He put on gloves and, like a magician at his own pace, turned a pile of flour into a lump of white, plump dough, and then into thin, long noodles.

As the noodles were added to the pot, the bone broth, having simmered for hours over low heat, turned milky white and was bubbling away. The beef was also tender and flavorful. Lifting the lid released an aroma that instantly filled the house.

The beef was sliced ​​into almost transparent thin slices and neatly arranged on top of the noodles.

Chen's Beef Noodles, all done.

By the time the noodles were served, it was already dawn.

Bai Xiao went to the pool and washed her face with cold water. She didn't feel tired at all after staying up all night; instead, her face looked refreshed.

He returned to Song Huai's room, where the person was breathing calmly and still sleeping soundly.

After standing in the quiet room for a long time, Bai Xiao leaned down and placed a devout kiss on Song Huai's forehead.

When he got up, he noticed that Song Huai was holding a white thing in his arms.

He stared at the white object, his breath caught in his throat, and then he remembered it instantly. Wasn't this the very clothes he had casually asked Song Huai to change into when he took him to the airport years ago?

"Little liar."

He gritted his teeth and spoke softly to the person sleeping on the bed.

When Bai Xiao left Song Huai's room, whether intentionally or unintentionally, she didn't close the door, and the smell of noodles wafted in.

Afterwards, he left Song Huai's house. Before leaving, he casually took off his tie and placed it on the sofa.

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Song Huai was awakened by a familiar fragrance.

He opened his eyes and, like a puppy, sniffed several times.

The taste is still there; this isn't a dream.

But Chen's Beef Noodles? How could this be?

He nimbly got out of bed and followed the aroma to the kitchen to find out what was going on.

There were two bowls on the table, one containing beef broth and the other containing cooked noodles.

Song Huai's eyes lit up.

The next moment, he saw the sticky note under the bowl.

If the soup gets cold, remember to reheat it before drinking.

The handwriting was so familiar that it was obvious who made this bowl of noodles.

Song Huai tore off the note, unaware that there was another note underneath.

Don't go barefoot, wear slippers.

Song Huai subconsciously looked down at his bare feet, smiled sheepishly, and obediently went back to his bedroom to put on his slippers.

He ate the noodles slowly, one bite at a time, afraid that he would finish them all at once. During this time, large tears fell into the soup one by one. In the end, he couldn't tell whether the taste in his mouth was the taste of the noodles themselves or the saltiness of his tears.

He didn't know how much time had passed before he finally finished eating a bowl of noodles.