Chapter 27 Chapter 27 Update

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When Butler Zhao hung up the phone, his face was still filled with deep emotion.

He turned around and saw the pale young master sitting in a wheelchair. His nose instantly felt sore and his eyes began to turn red. "My poor young master..."

Wen Muchan's left hand gently covered his stomach.

At this moment, the pain in his stomach increased instead of decreasing, as if mocking how foolish he was to disobey its orders and eat like crazy.

Not only that, the burning sensation in his muscles all over his body was amplified several times compared to before.

This time, his body was indeed not feverish nor did he fall into a coma. However, he did not tell the doctor, and the severity of his other symptoms increased several times.

But for him, the pain he had felt in his body for more than 20 years had already penetrated deep into his lungs and been engraved into his genes.

Whether the pain is 10% or 90%, it makes no difference to him.

Wen Muchan raised his eyes and said comfortingly, "Uncle Zhao, I'm fine."

When Butler Zhao heard what the young master said, he immediately remembered that the young master vomited so severely this time, but in the end he did not have a high fever and was admitted to the intensive care unit.

Yes, this is huge progress.

Butler Zhao instantly stopped crying and said happily, "Yes, yes, yes. The doctor just said that the young master's health is slowly improving."

This is a habit that has gradually formed in his body muscles over the past twenty years.

Seeing the young master vomit, his heart started to worry, and his eyes started to cry.

Butler Zhao's depressed mood was swept away.

He said cheerfully, "Young Master, Xiaoyan is on her way here. You'll be able to drink the porridge she cooked soon."

Wen Muchan nodded.

After thinking about something, Butler Zhao couldn't help but mutter, "Young Master, Xiaoyan is really worried about your health. She just heard the news of your illness on the phone, and her tone was so anxious... Alas, I said Xiaoyan is a kind and honest girl, but she's just unlucky to have met a scumbag..."

Butler Zhao began to ramble on.

Wen Muchan listened attentively, without a trace of impatience on his face.

After Butler Zhao finished speaking, he said, "Talk to her about a raise."

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt an itch in his throat.

Wen Muhan coughed twice, his gentle voice a little hoarse: "Increase it to 40,000."

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Yan Su didn't have many filming tasks today, so she and Director Chen asked for leave and hurried to the Qingshui Bay villa area.

It took her more than an hour to reach the young master's house.

Butler Zhao had returned home half an hour ago. He was now standing at the gate of the villa in a tuxedo, pacing back and forth from time to time.

Jin Yuanbao was still lying on the ground with a cold face, staring at the door, just like he was the previous two days.

Sudden.

Jin Yuanbao suddenly raised his dog head and jumped up from the ground, barking at the gate.

When Yan Su stepped into the young master's house, a huge golden-haired creature flew towards her.

She nimbly moved to the side to avoid being knocked away by the stupid dog.

Jin Yuanbao fell to the ground and rolled twice, then got up and ran towards Yan Su, rubbing her legs excitedly.

Yan Su was not in the mood to deal with the silly dog ​​for the moment.

She followed Butler Zhao into the villa and asked anxiously, "Butler Zhao, how is the young master?"

Young master, you must live a long life. I don’t ask for anything else, just that you can have food to eat.

Butler Zhao listened to Yan Su's anxious tone and saw her worried eyes. He felt touched and relieved, and the sudden desire to talk that he had felt two days ago came back to him.

Oh, I don’t know what’s wrong with him these two days. Whenever he sees the young master, he wants to talk about Yan Su. Now when he sees Yan Su, he wants to talk to her in detail about the young master’s situation.

"well."

Butler Zhao shook his head and sighed, his face full of worry.

When Yan Su saw his expression, her heart skipped a beat and her alarm bells rang instantly.

She spoke in a very sad tone and tried to test him: "Butler Zhao, could it be that the young master..."

You don’t have many days left to live, right?

Butler Zhao nodded, "That's right."

Yan Su widened her eyes.

What? Is her wallet really going to be gone?!

Butler Zhao sighed, "The young master's health has not been very good."

Yan Su looked as if the sky was falling.

Butler Zhao: "My young master has been in poor health since he was born. He gets sick all the time. Not only that, he also suffers from a strange disease."

Speaking of the young master's health, Butler Zhao was extremely sad.

So, both of them maintained an expression as if the sky was falling.

When the other people in the villa saw Butler Zhao's appearance, they immediately knew that the young master's condition had worsened and he might be lying in the intensive care unit.

The relaxed expressions on their faces disappeared and their expressions immediately became heavy.

All Yan Su met along the way were people with serious and dejected faces. Her heart suddenly sank and she felt a chill.

"My young master used to vomit everything he ate if he ate more than a little bit. In serious cases, he would get a high fever and be rushed to the intensive care unit."

Butler Zhao was still talking about the young master.

Just talking about this situation, he couldn't help but feel sad, and his tone became choked.

Yan Su also wanted to cry.

The man she had finally met with a generous wallet, who gave her a salary increase of 15,000 yuan just for a meal, was about to be gone.

Thinking of Qian Yansu, she was extremely sad, tears welling up in her eyes, "It's not easy for the young master."

It's even more difficult for her. God is so cruel that he wants to take away her little master.

Butler Zhao was wiping his eyes sadly. When he looked up, he saw Yan Su with tears in her eyes, looking extremely sad.

Butler Zhao has lived to this age, so what kind of storms and waves has he not seen?

Although the Wen family has strict family education and is free of those dirty things, other families in the wealthy circle are not so calm.

Based on his experience of going around to various places to eat melons for so many years, he has already developed a pair of sharp eyes.

When Butler Zhao looked at Yan Su at this time, he knew that she was worried about the young master from the bottom of her heart and felt sad because of the young master's physical condition.

Butler Zhao was deeply moved and quickly spoke to comfort her, "Xiao Yan, don't be too sad."

Yan Su wiped her eyes twice.

How could she not be sad? This 20,000 yuan part-time job was about to be lost.

Butler Zhao: "The doctor said today that the young master's health is slowly improving."

Yan Su burped and stared at Butler Zhao.

At this time, Butler Zhao had a smile on his face, "In the past, whenever my young master vomited a lot, he would get seriously ill, but this time he is fine."

The sadness on Yan Su's face disappeared, "Really? Is the young master really okay?"

Butler Zhao said kindly, "It's okay. It's much better than before."

Yan Su immediately smiled, oh, it turned out that she had misunderstood just now, the wallet was fine.

The two entered the kitchen.

Yan Su said sincerely, "I will definitely make the best food in the world and make the young master plump and white."

When Butler Zhao heard this, he smiled so much that his face wrinkled into several layers. "Okay, okay, I'll wait for Xiaoyan to fatten up my young master."

Having secured her 20,000 yuan part-time job, Yan Su was in a great mood and even hummed a tune while cooking porridge.

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The cold sweat on Wen Muchan's body soaked his hospital gown again and again.

When he changed into the fifth set of clothes, the door of the ward was pushed open.

"Young Master, I'm here."

Butler Zhao came in with a thermos in his hand, "Xiao Yan cooked yam and pork ribs porridge today, and also made a dish of blanched choy sum."

Wen Muchan had already smelled the fragrance.

Butler Zhao pulled over a stool and sat down.

Just now, when he was away for a while, the young master vomited again. This time, he had to watch over the young master himself.

Wen Muchan's nose was lingering with a fragrance that could not be described in words.

He picked up the spoon.

The porridge still had no taste when he took a sip, but when he drank the third sip, his taste buds felt a burning sensation.

Is this... spicy?

Butler Zhao smelled the fragrance in the air and couldn't even imagine how delicious the porridge must be.

He quickly peeled an orange to eat to alleviate the smell and said, "Xiao Yan has repeatedly emphasized that the food she cooks is only for the young master. Xiao Yan said that she wants to raise the young master to be plump and white."

Wen Muchan's expression paused, and he scooped up another mouthful of porridge and put it into his mouth.

After a few seconds, his brows furrowed slightly.

Is this... sour?

Another bite, salty?

Next time, the taste seems bitter with a hint of sweetness?

Wen Muhan: "..."

Butler Zhao estimated that the amount of porridge the young master had drunk had reached the amount set by the nutritionists, and his face immediately became nervous, ready to call a doctor at any time.

Fortunately, the young master finished all the porridge and a plate of vegetables in the thermos box and was still fine, without any problems.

He even saw a blush on the young master's pale face.

The cramping pain in Wen Muhan's stomach had completely disappeared, and the burning sensation in every muscle in his body was also soothed little by little when he drank the porridge just now.

He had verified eighty percent of his guess.

"Uncle Zhao," Wen Muhan said, "Go talk to Yan Su about hiring her as the Wen family's full-time chef."

Butler Zhao knew that Yan Su’s cooking skills were so good that she would easily win the young master’s heart.

Huh? Why does this sound weird? What's so weird about it?

Forget it, I don’t want to think about it anymore.

Butler Zhao said regretfully, "Young Master, last time I mentioned to Xiaoyan that I wanted her to be your full-time chef, but unfortunately she refused."

Wen Muhan: "Tell her that she can become a full-time chef at the Wen family, with an annual salary of 30 million after tax, and a villa in Yanjing worth over 100 million yuan as a gift upon joining. If she has any other conditions, she can ask for them at any time."

Butler Zhao's expression turned serious, "Young Master, Yan Su is not that kind of person."

Wen Muhan: "Hmm?"

Butler Zhao shook his head. "Xiao Yan has had a very difficult time raising the baby alone these past few years, but she has persevered. Young Master, do you know why Xiao Yan refused to become the full-time chef for the Wen family last time?"

Wen Muchan looked at him and said nothing.

"It's because of the dream!" Butler Zhao said excitedly.

His tone suddenly became strong and powerful: "Last time, Xiaoyan said that she had a very important dream in her heart, and she was ready to fight for it her whole life. So, there is no way Xiaoyan would give up her dream for just a few tens of millions and a house. Billions can't compare to her dream!"

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Yan Su was signing a gold ingot, preparing to meet up with the members of the Melon-eating Intelligence Team in Qingshui Bay.

Suddenly, her nose started to itch for no apparent reason and she sneezed twice, and her heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason.

Yan Su touched her chest and murmured, "What's going on? Why do I feel like I've lost a lot of money..."