Tong Xiaohuai finally recovered from the extreme joy and sorrow of losing and regaining something, only to remember how she woke up in this unfamiliar place.

"Is this a hospital?"

Although it's a private room, judging from the facilities, it should definitely be a hospital.

"Yes, Uncle Du said you had a high fever for two days and were very weak, so he sent you to the hospital to recuperate."

Tong Xiaohuai ignored her own body and grabbed Yan Bo, demanding that he quickly report his whereabouts over the past eight days.

"Xiao Huai, I'm sorry. It's about my dad's work. Because it's highly confidential, I can't say what it is. I'm sorry for making you worry for so long." Yan Bo lowered his head and kissed her lips, his eyes full of apology.

Tong Xiaohuai stared at him, "Then why didn't you tell me before you went?"

As long as he says he has something to do, even if he says he will be out of contact for ten or eight days, she can understand.

"Because of the urgency of the situation, I left in a hurry and forgot to take my phone. Once I entered the work environment, I had to be completely isolated from the outside world, so I was unable to contact you."

Yanbo had just cleared customs in the morning, and the first thing he did after getting his phone back was to charge it and turn it on.

As soon as I turned on the phone, hundreds of messages and nearly a hundred missed calls flooded in.

During the days he was out of contact, he was just a tireless work machine, with no time to think about the outside world. After being released from quarantine, he immediately realized that he must have terrified Tong Xiaohuai.

Sure enough, as soon as she turned on her phone, a flood of text messages revealed all of Tong Xiaohuai's worries and sorrows over the past few days.

He anxiously called Tong Xiaohuai back, only to receive the news that she had fallen ill and fainted.

On his way back, he read through every single message Tong Xiaohuai had sent him over the past few days. By the end, he felt like killing himself.

Tong Xiaohuai bit her lip, glared at him for a while with red eyes, then pushed herself against his chest to leave his embrace and crawled back into bed.

"Xiao Huai..."

Yan Bo reached out and touched her face, but Tong Xiaohuai didn't look at him. She pulled the blanket over herself and closed her eyes slightly.

"I'm going to sleep a little longer. You should go take a shower and shave too."

Yan Bo then confirmed that Tong Xiaohuai had calmed down.

"Do I look bad like this?" He smiled and touched his stubble-covered chin.

"Ugh, it looks awful!" Tong Xiaohuai said, her eyes closed and her back to him, her words carrying no truth. "By the way, find a doctor to help you reduce the swelling!"

As Tong Xiaohuai listened to Yan Bo's footsteps fade away, her eyelids grew heavier and heavier until she finally fell into a deep sleep.

In the evening, Tong Xiaohuai, who had slept well and felt much better, insisted on being discharged from the hospital.

Uncle Du and Yanbo insisted that she stay one more night for observation, and in the end, the doctor stepped in to smooth things over.

"Tong Xiaohuai is young and strong, in good health, and has a strong recovery ability. It's fine for him to be discharged from the hospital."

The hospital really didn't want to keep someone like Tong Xiaohuai around; having a bunch of bodyguards standing there in the corridor was a very bad influence.

So, with the doctor's permission, Tong Xiaohuai was discharged from the hospital overnight.

Uncle Du tactfully sat in the passenger seat, leaving the back seat for Tong Xiaohuai and Yan Bo to enjoy some alone time.

"Xiao Huai, what do you want to eat later? I'll call back and ask Brother Yuan to prepare it!"

Tong Xiaohuai nestled in Yan Bo's arms, not directly answering Uncle Du's question, but instead looking up at Yan Bo and saying, "I want to eat the noodles you cook..."

Yan Bo paused for a moment, then looked down at her carefully.

Having been sick for several days, she nestled limply in his arms, her voice soft and sweet, completely lacking her usual crispness, acting like a spoiled little girl.

Uncle Du, who had originally turned to ask for her opinion, immediately turned his face away, pretending that he hadn't heard or seen anything.

"Honey, the food I cooked was awful..."

Yanbo can't even cook instant noodles, let alone other types of noodles.

"But I just want to eat what you make..." Tong Xiaohuai hadn't seen him for nearly ten days, and now, the thought of eating the noodles he made by his own hands had become an obsession.

She's been thinking about so many things these days.

Suddenly I realized that the people and things around me seem to remain unchanged every day.

But in reality, these people or things rise and fall every day, and perhaps one day they will suddenly disappear.

Therefore, everyone should cherish everything around them, including people and things.

Yan Bo's disappearance made her realize even more clearly that she didn't know much about this man.

So now that the person is in front of her, whether good or bad, she wants to put in the effort to understand them.

Even if it's a bowl of noodles that doesn't taste good, it's still cooked by him personally, and no one else could possibly make it taste the same.

Yan Bo, unable to resist her persistent pestering, had no choice but to nod in agreement.

"Okay, I'll cook for you, but you should be prepared..."

Everyone says no one is perfect. God gave Yanbo many excellent things, but when it comes to cooking, he really has no talent at all.

You could even say it's a menace.

Because he had promised to make noodles for her, on the way back, Yanbo put his arm around her with one hand and called Aunt Xin with the other, writing down the steps and points to note for making noodles.

As soon as they entered the house, Yan Bo, worried that Tong Xiaohuai might go hungry, pushed her to sit on the sofa.

"Xiao Huai, you sit and rest, I'll go cook some noodles."

Tong Xiaohuai disagreed, saying, "No, I want to watch you do it."

Tong Xiaohuai, who was ill, suddenly became a bit unruly.

Yan Bo couldn't bear to go against her wishes, so he put his arm around her and went into the kitchen together. Anyway, the Tong family's kitchen was very large and well-ventilated, so even if she watched from the side, it wouldn't make her uncomfortable.

Yanbo moved a high stool to the front of the kitchen counter, then picked her up and placed her on the stool.

"You sit here, I'll go do my work."

Uncle Guan had already prepared the noodles and ingredients he wanted. Yan Bo turned on the stove and poured in some water.

Aren't you wearing an apron?

Tong Xiaohuai rested her chin on her hand, admiring her tall, handsome boyfriend as he rolled up his sleeves to make noodles for her. The soft light from the overhead lamp shone on his handsome profile, adding a touch of warmth and gentleness to the scene.

Yan Bo straightened up. "Isn't that enough?"

Tong Xiaohuai pushed off with his feet and jumped to the ground with a "thump".

Her jump nearly snapped Yanbo's nerves.

"Hey, be careful, you're still sick!"

Tong Xiaohuai didn't care about anything else. She opened the cabinet under the kitchen counter and took out a new apron.

Tong Xiaohuai straightened up, smiled, and beckoned to him with her finger.

"come over!"

Yan Bo shook his head helplessly, obediently took two steps, walked up to her, and obediently lowered his head.

Tong Xiaohuai put the apron strap over his head and said, "Turn around..."

After Yanbo turned around, she conveniently helped him fasten his belt.

"Is it alright?" Yan Bo turned to face her, following her lead.

Tong Xiaohuai looked him over carefully for a few moments, then stood on tiptoe and kissed him on the lips.

"That's enough, my most handsome chef!"