Zhao Huanhuan listened quietly at the door for a moment.
There seems to be no sound from the bedroom.
She slowly pushed open the door and saw that the curtains were drawn, and Lin Yuan was lying naked on the bed, fast asleep.
She only had a coat draped around her waist.
Zhao Huanhuan: ......
How many days has it been since you last slept?
She tiptoed to the bedside and glanced at him. His eyes were a little dark, indicating that he had indeed been up countless nights.
She gently gathered up the clothes he had placed on the chair, slowly went out and closed the door. After changing her own clothes, she put the family's dirty clothes into the washing machine and then went to the kitchen to cook.
Lin Yuan loves her steamed dumplings the most. There are chives and eggs in the refrigerator, so I'll make vegetarian steamed dumplings for him!
Pick the chives, knead the dough, fry the eggs, and mix the filling.
After everything was prepared, Zhao Huanhuan set up a cutting board on the table outside and began making steamed dumplings.
After making a basket of dumplings, she went to boil water, then took out the clothes, changed the water, washed them twice more, and then came back to continue making steamed dumplings.
After a busy hour, An'an returned.
Upon seeing her father's shoes, An'an excitedly rushed to the kitchen and asked her mother, who was mixing a cold dish, "Mom, is Dad back?"
"Yes, he's sleeping. The food is ready. Mom steamed a few baskets of dumplings. Go and deliver them to Grandma's and Grandpa's houses. After you deliver them, we'll wake your dad up to eat together. Also, tell them that your dad is back so they can rest assured. He's a little tired today. We'll visit the elders tomorrow," Zhao Huanhuan said.
“Okay!” An’an happily took the two large lunchboxes from her mother and carried them to deliver to her grandmother’s and maternal grandmother’s houses.
He returned half an hour later.
Zhao Huanhuan had finished hanging up the clothes, and the last batch of steamed clothes was also ready, placed on a plate.
"Go wash your hands and change your clothes. Mom will go call your dad!" Zhao Huanhuan took off her apron, washed her hands, and said to An'an, "Go call Lin Yuan."
When she pushed open the door, Lin Yuan had just woken up. Their eyes met, and they both smiled.
What time did you get back?
Having not seen each other for more than half a year, seeing that the other was safe and sound was enough for them. They smiled at each other, both knowing how much they missed and worried about the other.
"Around 2 a.m., after I got back, I went back to my workplace first, then came back, took a shower, and went to sleep. I haven't been able to get a good night's sleep these past few days." Lin Yuan said, sitting up and reaching out to Zhao Huanhuan, wanting to hug his wife.
As soon as Zhao Huanhuan walked to the bedside, he pulled her into his arms, ignoring the fact that the clothes around his waist had fallen off, prioritizing his wife's well-being.
"I'll get you your pajamas. Go eat first, and then you can sleep." Zhao Huanhuan touched his face; he had lost weight, gotten darker, and his skin was rougher.
"Okay, thank you for your hard work, Madam." Lin Yuan reluctantly held her hand.
Zhao Huanhuan glanced at his abdomen and saw a small stitched wound.
Her gaze paused, she turned her head away, and went to the closet to get him some clothes.
Her hands trembled slightly. Sure enough, he had been injured; there was no stitched-up wound on his lower abdomen before.
It's probably been two or three months, and it's already healed, but the flesh color there is somewhat different from the surrounding skin color.
Lin Yuan looked down and said softly, "Three months ago, just a few days before the last mission was completed, we encountered a counterattack. I was shot while trying to save some of my men."
"I was afraid you would be sad and upset if I came back, so I stayed there to recover. During my recovery, although I can no longer lead them on missions, I can continue to teach some people while lying in bed."
"So, I stayed for another three months. This time when I came back, they arranged sick leave for me, a six-month vacation, and I'll go back to work next year." Lin Yuan told her the good news.
Zhao Huanhuan handed him his underwear and pajamas, glanced at him silently, and said nothing.
Lin Yuan got off the ground, didn't put on any clothes, walked up to her, put his arm around her waist and kissed her.
Zhao Huanhuan tried to hide, but Lin Yuan wouldn't let her.
He knew his wife was angry, but he couldn't send a message back then, nor did he dare let her know he was injured. Her factory was just starting out, so she must be busy with a lot of things to do. How could she let him distract her?
She was already injured and could only lie in the military hospital to recover, while also teaching a few apprentices lip and sign language. She knew it was useless; she couldn't go and was just worrying for nothing.
"Alright, let's go eat first, our son is hungry too!" Zhao Huanhuan couldn't bear to be too harsh on him, so she pushed him away and responded with a kiss before saying that.
"Okay, I'll listen to my wife." Lin Yuan smiled, put on his underwear and then his pajamas, and took his wife's hand as they went out.
After they went outside, they saw their son sitting at the table watching them.
The two of them were unusually embarrassed for a moment.
"An'an, do you miss your dad?" Lin Yuan touched his son's head and asked him.
An'an nodded, then felt that she had grown up and was too embarrassed to say that she missed her father, so she turned her head away proudly, "Dad, how old am I? You still ask me this kind of question every time you come back from a business trip."
Lin Yuan chuckled, "Then what should I ask you? When are you going to get married?"
"Dad, you're being disrespectful to your elders. How old am I? You already want to hold your grandson?" An'an looked at her father speechlessly.
Zhao Huanhuan's hand, which was handing chopsticks to Lin Yuan, trembled as she laughed at the conversation between the father and son.
"Haha, are you two trying to make me fat from laughing? This is such a hilarious conversation." After laughing, Zhao Huanhuan shook her head. "Hurry up and eat, or it'll get cold."
"It's steamed dumplings. I've been craving my wife's steamed dumplings so much. Did you guess I wanted some?"
Lin Yuan smiled and picked up some food, first putting it in his wife's bowl, then in his son's bowl. After pouring vinegar for them, he picked up some for himself and started eating.
“I haven’t eaten here in a long time either. My son and I usually eat at my parents’ house. I finished work at the factory early today, so I came back a little early.” After saying that, Zhao Huanhuan gave him a brief overview of the current situation at her factory.
Lin Yuan listened quietly, happy for her current achievements.
“Dad, Mom’s factory is registered in my name,” An’an said happily to her father. “And I even drew the logo for Mom’s brand.”
Lin Yuan asked in surprise, "You drew your mother and then used it?"
An'an nodded confidently, "Yes, my mom said it looks great, simple and elegant!"
After saying that, An'an ran back to her room and took out a bag hanging in her room. The bag was printed with Anbao Underwear, Anbao Knitting Factory and her own logo.
Lin Yuan looked at it carefully and nodded approvingly, "It's really good, and the name Anbao sounds nice too."
An'an was very happy to receive her father's praise. She put the bag back and hung it up before running out to continue eating.
Zhao Huanhuan remained mostly silent, allowing the father and son to chat more. After An'an returned to his bedroom to study, Lin Yuan would have plenty of time to talk to her.
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