Chapter 31 Dumplings?

When I woke up again, all I saw was pure white.

Then the world rearranged itself, and Su Pu gradually recognized the chandelier, the IV drip set, the quilt...

And the person sitting by his bedside.

He moved slightly, and the man's face immediately came closer, observing him with concern.

"Are you awake? Don't move around, your fever hasn't completely subsided yet."

It's my husband!

After confirming that the person with him was there, Su Pu curled back up in bed with a sense of relief and slowly recalled what had happened before he fainted.

He went to Li Jichuan's colleague's birthday party.

They even burned the meat skewers.

I also learned that Li Jichuan has a white moonlight that he can't forget.

She even kept a photo of the boy in her wallet.

The joy of seeing her husband the moment she opened her eyes was instantly shattered. Su Pu sniffed, unable to hold back her sadness.

If you think about it carefully, someone as outstanding as Li Jichuan would definitely have such thoughts as long as he is physically healthy.

As for physical problems... Su Pu herself has seen and experienced them, so there are definitely none.

So, the reason Li Jichuan has remained single for so many years must be because of this "white moonlight" (his unrequited love)...

Having liked him for so many years, Su Pu had also imagined such a possibility.

Li Jichuan will find a partner he loves wholeheartedly, and the two will grow old together, understanding and accompanying each other.

Now, the position of "partner" is only temporarily occupied by Su Pu. Once Li Jichuan's white moonlight returns, he will wisely leave.

This is better than Li Jichuan ending up with a partner with whom he has an unresolved entanglement, and then his relationship with his white moonlight developing into a rift.

Su Pu silently comforted herself.

At least one of them found happiness.

That's enough.

"Why are you spacing out as soon as you wake up?" Li Jichuan stared at him. "Or is there something wrong with you?"

Su Pu shook his head weakly.

Bang—bang—

The voice that haunted him still hadn't left.

Bang—bang—

It kept pounding on his nerves.

Su Pu closed his eyes.

Bang—bang—bang—

On another hospital bed, separated by a curtain, someone is about to enjoy a meal.

"Honey, you eat your dumplings first. I'll try harder to open the canned food before you finish it!"

The man comforted his wife while grabbing the jar and banging the bottom of it against the corner of the table.

"Um, can I try it on?"

Li Jichuan, unable to bear it any longer, remotely controlled his wheelchair to the bedside next to the patient, displaying extreme patience and politeness.

The man saw that he was in a wheelchair and was initially not quite convinced, but he still handed him the can of food.

"You try it. I almost broke my hand and still couldn't open this thing. My husband is really craving it..."

The woman on the hospital bed forced a pale smile. "Did our noise disturb you?"

Li Jichuan took the can of food and gently shook his head.

"My wife has a slight fever and is sensitive to sound, but it's nothing serious."

Upon hearing this, the man and woman began to apologize hastily.

In that instant, Li Jichuan had already deftly unscrewed the lid of the jar and handed it back to the man.

Wow, man, that's impressive!

The man scrutinized Li Jichuan, noticing his thick arms and broad shoulders, and realized he had indeed been somewhat prejudiced.

There are also many strong and healthy people among the disabled!

"I... let's try to keep our voices down. The hospital is full today, and we can't get a single room. Let's be understanding..." the man said.

The other party was not an unreasonable person, and Li Jichuan had no intention of arguing. He nodded to them and politely returned to Su Pu's side.

While he was helping out, the little mute boy didn't sleep; instead, he became even more energetic, his eyes shining as he stared intently at the curtain separating the room.

Seeing that Li Jichuan had returned safely, Su Pu's eyes followed him back to her bedside.

"Still reading? How gossipy!"

Li Jichuan flicked the tip of his nose and said jokingly.

Su Pu smiled shyly, revealing a bit of her pink tongue, and licked her pale lips.

Guh————

The little mute boy didn't eat properly all day.

Su Pu's cheeks started burning again, and she rubbed her stomach in embarrassment.

She fainted again, causing Li Jichuan to end up in the hospital, and now she's hungry...

Su Pu blamed herself, wondering why she had so many problems!

But why is Li Jichuan laughing?

He didn't laugh out loud, but his whole face was beaming with joy.

Su Pu stared intently, her heart filled with a bittersweet joy.

Is this what it feels like to like someone?

"Hey, would you like some dumplings?"

A head peeked out from the edge of the curtain, a very friendly smile on it.

“My daughter craves canned food; once she opens a can, she doesn’t want to eat any other staple food. If you don’t mind, she hasn’t touched this half of the can, so you can have it to tide you over.”

As the voices spoke, another lunchbox appeared at the edge of the curtain, filled with steaming dumplings.

Su Pu didn't say anything, he just licked his lips.

"How much is it? I'll transfer it to you."

As the wheelchair moved, Li Jichuan took out his phone. "It's not right to take yours for nothing. My family has already prepared a nutritious meal for him, but we're stuck in traffic..."

"Hey, it's nothing. They're homemade. My wife only eats dumplings I make, and she'll eat any filling. I just cleaned out the fridge. It's not worth much!"

Li Jichuan hesitated for a moment, then took the dumplings. "Did you make these yourself?"

"Yes, it's a little tradition in our family. When you get sick, you eat a meal of dumplings that we make ourselves, and no matter what the illness is, you'll recover immediately!"

The man spoke cheerfully, then looked at the sickly Su Pu.

I hope you recover soon!

Before she knew it, Su Pu's eyes were already wet.

He nodded vigorously.

In his memory, when he was a child, before Zhao Qing became hysterical because of Su Fengxian, she had once made dumplings for her son.

The woman stood by the kitchen table, her slender index fingers constantly clenching and pinching, and a beautifully shaped dumpling was instantly born in her palm.

As she wrapped the dumplings, she said, "Aunt Zhang downstairs told me that 'dumpling' sounds like 'call,' so eating more dumplings might cure your inability to make a sound..."

"Alright, they're ready to cook. If my son eats these dumplings, he'll surely grow up safe and happy!"

Perhaps it was the high body temperature that stimulated her senses, but as Su Pu ate dumplings, tears streamed down her face as if a broken string of pearls had been cut.

Li Jichuan was quite surprised to see the mute boy, who usually showed little interest in food, suddenly start eating dumplings.

But as I was looking at it, I suddenly noticed water dripping onto the small table.

Looking at Su Pu again, he was immediately startled.

Is it really that delicious?

Li Jichuan pulled out two tissues and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

"Okay, if it's delicious, I'll have Mantian and the others make it for you every day..."

But Su Pu's tears showed no sign of stopping.

Drip, drip, for several moments, Li Jichuan felt as if his heart was being pierced by those few lines of tears.

"Oh dear, why are you crying even harder the more you talk about it..."

Li Jichuan was puzzled and helplessly wiped away his tears.

"Dude, I don't think he cried because of anything you said..."

Li Jichuan was in a hurry, and glanced at the person who came up to make sarcastic remarks, but didn't bother to reply.

The man then continued his explanation.

"I think he cried because he wanted to eat the dumplings you make."

The act of wiping away tears paused, and Li Jichuan looked at the man, as if he understood something.

"Dumplings only taste good when made by someone you love!"

The man winked at him, "Take a look..."