Eleven looked up and said, "Mommy said I can't eat too many chicken wings, only one per meal. I've already eaten one."

Ruan Tang said, "But Aunt Tangtang is already married to you. Why don't you secretly eat another one while your mommy isn't here? She won't know anyway."

Shiyi took the chicken wings out of the bowl. "Shiyi must keep the promise she made to Mommy."

"This child is too principled," Ruan Wanyi said with a smile. "If he doesn't want to eat, then so be it."

Ruan Tang continued to serve him food, saying, "Then eat more vegetables during the National Day holiday."

"Thank you, Aunt Tangtang."

"You are welcome."

Qiao Wanwan slowly turned around, about to leave, when she saw the Ghost Hand Doctor standing not far away, watching her.

Qiao Wanwan composed herself and walked over. "Master, why aren't you going to eat?"

The Ghost Hand Doctor laughed and said, "They are the real family. Why would I go and join in the fun?"

Qiao Wanwan forced a smile. "I'm sorry, Master. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't need to stay here."

"It has nothing to do with you." The Ghost Hand Doctor looked at her with heartache. "Wanwan, are you hungry? Come with your master."

Qiao Wanwan followed her to the backyard, where the maids lived, and there was a separate kitchen.

"Wanwan, sit down, Master will make you something delicious."

Qiao Wanwan sat down on the stool. "Master, I've never been here before. How did you find it?"

"I come here to wander around when I have nothing to do, and it's also convenient to cook something here."

The skilled doctor expertly washed and chopped the vegetables, then glanced at Qiao Wanwan and said, "If you have any worries, you can talk to your master about them. Don't keep them bottled up inside, or you'll get sick."

Qiao Wanwan smiled and said, "Master, I'm fine."

"Do you think your master is blind and can't see how upset you were just now?" the Ghost Hand Doctor said. "You are clearly the lady of this house, but you acted like an outsider just now, didn't you?"

Qiao Wanwan pursed her lips. "It's just that I'm weak and got sick."

"Then why did you fall ill?"

“I didn’t sleep well last night,” Qiao Wanwan explained. “I was trapped in a terrible dream. The dream was so real that if I hadn’t been woken up, I wouldn’t have been able to tell if it was a dream or reality.”

"So what did you dream about?"

Qiao Wanwan's head started to ache as she recalled that dream!

"What's wrong?" The legendary healer hurriedly put down the dishes and stepped forward to ask, "Are you feeling unwell?"

"Master, I'm fine," Qiao Wanwan said, forcing herself to speak. "I'm just a little hungry."

The Ghost Hand Doctor sighed, "If you don't want to talk about it, your master won't force you."

Two steaming bowls of noodles were quickly served. Qiao Wanwan smelled the familiar aroma. "It's Master's specialty, plain noodles."

"What Yangchun noodles? It's just plain noodles. You've eaten all sorts of delicacies in Wutong Bay. I'm afraid you won't be used to this bowl of noodles from your master."

“How could that be?” Qiao Wanwan picked up her chopsticks. “I will never forget that it was my master who raised me with bowls of noodles and meals. No matter what, the noodles my master cooks are my favorite. For the past few years, I have been dreaming about this moment.”

With tears welling in his eyes, the legendary healer said, "Eat."

"Um."

Outside the window, Zhan Jingting looked at the girl inside the room, his brows furrowed slightly.

"Brother Jingting, since your wife is able to get up and come downstairs, why doesn't she eat with us?" Ruan Tang asked curiously.

"She just wanted to spend more time with her master."

“I see…” Ruan Tang said, “I thought it was because I was staying at your house that I was disturbing your lives.”

Zhan Jingting didn't speak, he just looked at Qiao Wanwan.

"Jingting, you specially prepared food for your wife. It will get cold if you don't eat it soon. Do you want to go and bring it to her?"

"No need," Zhan Jingting said in a deep voice. "Let the master and his apprentice have a good meal."

"oh."

......

Qiao Wanwan finished the bowl of noodles completely, leaving not even a drop of soup, before returning to her room.

With Zhan Jingting absent, Qiao Wanwan called over Zheng Ma and asked, "Where's Eleven?"

"Madam, the young master has some physical activity at kindergarten, so the young master and Miss Tangtang took him there."

Qiao Wanwan nodded. "I understand. You can go now."

“Young Madam, you don’t look well.” Zheng Ma helped her sit down on the bed. “You should rest well. I will take good care of the young master. Besides, you and the young master are here.”

"Yes, I'm not worried."

"Miss Tangtang just brought you food, but then she said you weren't in your room."

"I'm going to find my master."

“You and the old man have a good relationship, so of course you should spend more time with him.”

Qiao Wanwan looked at her, "Ruan Tang seems to care about me a lot."

"Yes, Miss Tangtang has been smart and sensible since she was a child. She is very likable, and she is also genuinely kind to Madam and Young Master."

Qiao Wanwan smiled. "Jing Ting treats her well too."

"Yes, as you know, the young master has a hereditary disease and has been rather withdrawn since childhood. Only Miss Tangtang can talk to him. When the young master was a child, he suffered from unbearable pain during an attack. Once, he almost bit his own tongue. In a moment of desperation, Miss Tangtang simply stretched out her arm for the young master to bite."

Qiao Wanwan suddenly realized, "So that's why they have such deep feelings..."

"After all, they are family, and the madam especially wanted a daughter, so she has always treated Miss Tangtang like her own daughter."

"I understand. I'm a little tired. You can go now."

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