One night, Fu Shiqin slept soundly.
Ling Jiao kept applying towels to his forehead and wiping his arms and calves, hoping to bring his body temperature down a little.
After a long and difficult night, Fu Shiqin's fever subsided.
However, after having breakfast, the two still went to the hospital.
After a thorough examination, the doctor prescribed a bunch of medications for Fu Shiqin to take at home.
The two returned to the guesthouse, where Fu Shiqin took his medicine and snuggled into his warm bed.
"The aurora really didn't appear last night?"
“No,” Ling Jiao said.
Because I was taking care of him, I didn't pay attention to what was happening outside the window. However, it was snowing last night, so there was definitely no way there would be any aurora.
Fu Shiqin sighed regretfully, "I hope that guide didn't try to scam me."
"Alright, let's not talk about this anymore. What do you want to eat for lunch?" Ling Jiao asked.
As soon as Fu Shiqin opened his mouth, he talked about a bunch of things he desperately wanted to eat but couldn't get right now.
"I want to eat hot pot, braised pork belly, sweet and sour pork ribs, sweet and sour pork, and xiaolongbao and crab roe buns..."
The food here tastes fresh the first time, but he doesn't want to eat it the second time.
Now, his stomach is desperately craving all kinds of delicious food from China.
"There are only a few places to eat in town, and none of them are what you're looking for."
Even in Reykjavik, there are few restaurants that serve Chinese food, let alone in a small town like this.
Fu Shiqin sighed dejectedly, "Then what should we eat for lunch?"
The thought of such Western food made him lose his appetite.
"I'll go to the supermarket to see what ingredients they have, and then I'll buy them and cook them myself," Ling Jiao said, before heading out.
As soon as Fu Shiqin heard that she was going out, he immediately sat up.
"Let's go together."
"Alright, you're a patient, you should rest in bed. The supermarket isn't far, you'll be back in a bit." Ling Jiao said, then opened the door and left.
Although the supermarkets in the town are not as large as those in the city, they still have most of the vegetables, fruits, and meats.
However, since there was no Chinese rice or noodles available, he opted for pasta and udon noodles instead.
Luckily, we managed to buy some pork belly, and then picked out some fresh seafood and vegetables before heading back to our guesthouse.
"Would you like seafood udon or seafood pasta?"
Fu Shiqin thought for a moment, "Spaghetti, please."
“Okay, then we’ll have seafood pasta for lunch.” Ling Jiao said, carrying the food to the kitchen.
The guesthouse's kitchen was fully equipped. She studied how to use the stove and the flavors of various seasonings before starting to prepare the seafood she had bought.
Fu Shiqin also got up and wanted to come and help, but she refused.
So, he moved a chair and sat down at the kitchen doorway to watch, laughing seemingly unintentionally.
"You know what, I suddenly feel like I'm at home now."
Ling Jiao's back trembled slightly, and she stood there speechless for a moment.
The word "home" has always been distant and unattainable for her.
Before she was born, her father died in a car accident, and after giving birth to her, her mother left her with her grandfather and remarried.
Her home used to be hers and her grandfather's, but she has been homeless since her grandfather passed away.
After a moment, she laughed sarcastically.
"I see you're feeling like a young master. Wait for me to prepare lunch for you."
Even though countless people in China knew that she was dating the second young master of the Fu family, she was always clear and certain that Fu Shiqin would not be her destiny.
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