020 The Taste of Memory
Xie Yaoyao carried the breakfast back to her room and placed it on the long table in the living room outside.
She stepped over the partition in the middle and entered the bedroom.
In the center of the bedroom stood a large bed, two meters wide, with floral sheets that smelled of laundry detergent in the sunlight.
The blanket was rolled up in a messy ball.
She walked over and saw a fluffy head peeking out from under the covers, and she couldn't help but chuckle.
"Yubao, you little sleepyhead, wake up!"
Xie Ziyu buried himself deeper into the blanket, his chubby legs wrapped around it as he whimpered, "I don't want to get up."
Xie Yaoyao sat on the edge of the bed and reached out to pinch his nose. "The pancakes are ready. If you don't get up soon, they'll get cold and won't taste good."
Xie Ziyu snuggled up, crawled out of the blanket, and nestled into Xie Yaoyao's arms.
"Mommy, I love you even more today."
Xie Yaoyao pouted after being coaxed by him and kissed the top of his head. "I love you too, my little god. Shall we get up?"
Xie Ziyu lingered in bed for a while before reluctantly getting out, slipping on his slippers, and going to the bathroom to wash up.
A moment later, he shuffled over to the long table, climbed onto a chair, and began to eat breakfast.
"It smells so good! Mommy's pancakes are the best!" Xie Ziyu's little mouth was as sweet as honey, showering her with compliments as if they were free.
Xie Yaoyao took a sip of milk. "I'm going to start tutoring the boy on the third floor today. You stay in your room and play. After the tutoring session, I'll take you for a walk, okay?"
She has lived in Hong Kong for three years but has never been to Victoria Peak. Yesterday, while taking a bus down the mountain, she discovered a rooftop nearby that offers a panoramic view of the entire Victoria Harbour at night.
She planned to take Xie Ziyu out for a walk so he wouldn't be bored staying in his room all day.
Xie Ziyu stuffed a piece of egg pancake into his mouth and chewed it. "Can I sit next to you and listen during your class?"
Xie Yaoyao recalled Huo Zidu's hostility towards Xie Ziyu when they met the day before yesterday.
"Let's wait a few days, until the brother on the third floor is in a better mood."
Xie Ziyu couldn't hide his disappointment, his head drooping like a sunflower that had forgotten to recharge. "Fine."
After breakfast, Xie Yaoyao gave Xie Ziyu a few picture books and let him play in his room.
She then carried the washed cups, bowls, and tray out of the room and back to the kitchen.
Chef Zhang was preparing food in the kitchen when Xie Yaoyao noticed that he looked somewhat distressed and worried.
"Chef Zhang, what happened to you?"
Old Zhang recalled the breakfast he had that morning; Huo Yanxi had taken a bite of porridge and then vomited it all up, his expression even more distressed.
"Sigh, Teacher Xie, I probably won't be able to do this for long."
Xie Yaoyao was startled. "Why do you say that?"
Old Zhang told Xie Yaoyao about how Huo Yanxi had vomited after drinking his porridge that morning.
"Fifth Master has had a poor appetite lately and can't eat anything. I've tried making all sorts of delicious dishes, but he won't even try them. I'm the cook, and if no one eats my food, what am I still doing here?"
Even chefs have their dignity. It's hard for a chef to feel bad when he sees the delicious food he's carefully prepared brought back untouched.
Xie Yaoyao recalled Huo Yanxi's dream of being hungry last night, "That shouldn't be the case, President Huo was dreaming of being hungry all night."
He must have a good appetite.
Yu Bao said that the egg noodles he made for Huo Yanxi were eaten up in just a few bites.
Old Zhang pursed his lips, seemingly wanting to say something but then stopping himself.
Although it wasn't a secret that Huo Yanxi had anorexia, he couldn't spread it around.
Seeing that he seemed to have something difficult to say, Xie Yaoyao didn't ask any further questions. She comforted him for a few words and then turned and left.
Huo Zidu's first class in the morning is Chinese. The math and English teachers need time to come up the mountain, so their classes are scheduled for the afternoon.
She carried her textbooks upstairs.
The door to the study on the third floor was slightly ajar. Huo Zidu sat behind the desk, acting like a spoiled young master, a wicked smile playing on his lips.
He heard footsteps coming from outside the door, and as he approached the door step by step, a smile crept onto his face.
That fat bastard, what right does she have to live here? He'll definitely find a way to get rid of her.
Xie Yaoyao stood by the door and looked up to see an iron basin on the half-open door.
She narrowed her eyes; these were all things her rebellious students had already done.
If she can handle those little devils, why can't she handle Huo Zidu?
So she took out her phone and pretended to call Huo Yanxi, "Mr. Huo, I want to apply for workers' compensation."
As she spoke, she walked towards the corridor railing. "It's all because of your good nephew. He put a huge iron basin on the door. If I push the door open, it'll definitely break me."
"What? The young master is too naughty, you're going to send him back to the US? No, no, no, it's not that serious..."
Before she could finish speaking, she suddenly heard a loud bang. Turning around, she saw Huo Zidu being hit by the iron basin, the water from the basin splashing all over him.
Xie Yaoyao was overjoyed.
Huo Zidu was soaked to the bone and stood there, his defenses crumbling. "You fat hag, you dare to complain to my uncle!"
Xie Yaoyao waved her phone at him, but the phone wasn't actually in a call.
He realized he had been tricked, and his angry roar echoed throughout the villa, "You fat bastard, you just wait, this isn't over between us."
Xie Yaoyao watched him storm back to his room, leaving a trail of wet shoe prints on the gleaming floor. She shrugged innocently.
Oh, young master has broken down.
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Conference room at the headquarters of the Huo Group.
The atmosphere was somber that the senior executives were so ashamed that they almost buried their heads under the table, none of them daring to meet the gaze of the cold-faced demon in front of them.
Huo Yanxi pressed his aching stomach and patiently said, "Rewrite the project proposal. Meeting adjourned."
Everyone looked at each other, then grabbed their notebooks and filed out of the meeting room.
Pei Yan walked over and looked at him with concern. "Huo Sheng, how are you? Should we call a doctor to give you an IV drip?"
Huo Yanxi's face was pale with a bluish tinge, but he knew he had reached his limit.
He closed his eyes. "No need."
Pei Yan knew he was in a lot of pain. Despite having a net worth of trillions, he couldn't eat or sleep and was living a life less happy than an ordinary person.
"Mr. Huo, should I ask the cafeteria to send some plain porridge up?"
Plain porridge has no taste, so it shouldn't irritate his stomach or make him nauseous.
Huo Yanxi waved his hand, "I don't want to eat. Let me be alone for a while."
Pei Yan had no other choice.
He left the meeting room looking back every few steps, and returned to his workstation with a worried expression.
He caught a glimpse of the insulated container sitting there and suddenly slapped his forehead.
"Hey, how could I forget this?"
He swept into the conference room like a whirlwind, carrying a thermos. "Mr. Huo, Butler Jian had the driver bring over some egg pancakes today. Would you like to try some?"
Huo Yanxi was so hungry he was questioning his existence, but he just couldn't eat anything.
He was so angry he wanted to have his stomach cut off when he saw Pei Yan barge in without any composure.
He was about to curse when he heard that the egg pancakes were sent by the housekeeper, and he immediately thought of Xie Ziyu.
Could it have been done by that kid?
"Open it quickly!" Huo Yanxi urged.
Pei Yan had never seen Huo Yanxi so unreserved before, so he quickly picked up the thermos.
A fragrant aroma of eggs mixed with scallions wafted over, a familiar scent that made Huo Yanxi's hungry stomach rumble.
He didn't even bother to wash his hands; he just grabbed a piece of egg pancake and stuffed it into his mouth.
The taste buried deep in his memory overwhelmed him, and his eyes instantly welled up with tears; he felt an urge to burst into tears.
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