The night gradually darkened and the moon rose above the branches.

The vehicle was speeding at high speed through the extremely luxurious villa area, passing through gardens and flower gardens, and finally stopped in front of a low-key and luxurious huge villa.

The villa was silent but brightly lit, as if it was standing there, quietly waiting for its owner.

Wei Yan got out of the car and his bodyguards skillfully pushed him up the slope in a wheelchair. The wheelchair made a gurgling sound as it rolled over the slope. Since the accident, his lower body has been paralyzed, and all the places where he lived have been renovated.

Wei Yan lifted his eyelids, and his thick eyelashes cast a slight shadow under his eyelids.

When he was first paralyzed, he would instinctively feel disgust, anger, hatred and sadness every time he saw these barrier-free facilities when he returned home from the hospital.

Now he has become numb to these things and has taken them for granted.

Wei Yan slowly withdrew his gaze, and walked into the villa in a wheelchair pushed by his bodyguard. His profile looked pale and thin.

"Sir, you're back. The restaurant is ready. Do you want us to serve the food now?" Inside the villa, the old butler came forward respectfully to greet him.

"Let the restaurant prepare it." Wei Yan nodded, frowning slightly: "Uncle Fu, you have taken care of me since I was a child, and I have always treated you as an elder. You don't have to call me sir like others do. Now that you are older, you should rest well at home and let others take care of the villa."

"I'm not hiring people for charity." The man's eyes were deep and sharp, and his emotions were indifferent but full of intimidation. He just glanced at the other young man behind Uncle Fu.

The young man's face immediately changed color, and sweat kept pouring out from his back. He took two steps forward, trying to explain to his employer.

But before he could open his mouth, he was stopped by Uncle Fu, who patted the young man on the shoulder and told him to go back.

Uncle Fu was very happy and said with a smile full of emotion: "These are all things I want to do. Although I am older, I don't like to be idle. People tend to get sick easily when they are idle... Don't worry, young master, I will take good care of myself..."

Wei Yan's expression calmed down a lot. He didn't let the bodyguard push his wheelchair anymore. He controlled the electric wheelchair himself and headed towards the restaurant.

Uncle Fu deliberately walked a few steps slower behind Wei Yan, and his originally kind and gentle face became slightly solemn.

He turned to look at Secretary Zhao beside him and asked quietly, "Young Master, why do you look so bad today? You were fine this morning. Is there something wrong with the follow-up visit at the hospital?"

"There is no problem with the follow-up visit at the hospital. It's just that the lunch was not to his liking, so Mr. Wei didn't eat much. The company had two emergency meetings in the afternoon, so it was quite busy and he didn't have time to eat." Faced with the old housekeeper who was polite even to the boss, Secretary Zhao naturally responded.

"Not to your liking?"

Uncle Fu said solemnly, "Young Master was born prematurely and has had poor health since childhood. Later, he was in a car accident and did not eat for a long time. He could not eat many foods, and his health became worse. But as a secretary, you must remind Young Master to eat well no matter what. This is your job as a secretary. In the future, even if the meeting is tense, you must put Young Master's health first."

"Yes, I understand." Secretary Zhao nodded with a serious expression.

But Secretary Zhao subconsciously felt a little doubtful... What is the connection between the car accident and not eating for a long time?

And why can’t I eat so much food?

This is the first time he has heard of this kind of aftereffects of a car accident...

However, these are all Mr. Wei's past, and Secretary Zhao has no intention of digging into his boss's privacy. The most important thing is to care about his health and take good care of him.

The bodyguard who also served as the driver was a little embarrassed and explained awkwardly: "Uncle Fu, I'm sorry, it's my fault today."

Uncle Fu: “……?”

"Today at the Sixth Hospital, I smelled the aroma of medicinal food at noon, so it was me who suggested having a medicinal meal at noon. But I didn't expect the medicinal food to taste so bad that Mr. Wei only ate two bites and then stopped." The driver was so embarrassed that he wished he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

Uncle Fu frowned slightly, his face full of doubt, "You want to eat it just because you smell the fragrance? Is the Sixth Hospital's medicinal food really that good?"

These new bodyguards and secretaries may not know it, but they can be witnesses of the accident that happened that year.

But Fu Bo knew——

After the accident, the young master stayed in the hospital for half a year, and his habits changed drastically during that period.

The food that I once loved the most has now become something I hate. Eating it every day feels more like completing a task than just eating.

Except for a few familiar restaurants and restaurants owned by the Wei family...

These years, the young master simply doesn't go to any other restaurant to eat. Even if he is invited by a partner, if it is not a familiar restaurant, Wei Yan will quietly refuse or not eat a single bite.

After going there many times, people have gotten to know the taste and no one is so foolish as to randomly look for restaurants anymore.

"That medicinal food is indeed very appetizing. The bodyguards and hospital leaders present at the time all smelled the fragrance... But this is the lunch brought by a doctor from the outpatient clinic, not the food in the cafeteria of the Sixth Hospital." Secretary Zhao pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose and nodded.

"It is indeed delicious, otherwise I would not have suggested eating medicinal food." The driver scratched his head awkwardly and explained to the old housekeeper what happened at the Sixth Hospital Clinic at noon. He briefly narrated everything from the performance of the hospital leaders and his thoughts at the time to the scene where Su Tang appeared.

The old housekeeper frowned and thought, "How can the medicinal food still have such a strong fragrance after it has been eaten?"

"Yeah, if it wasn't for that, I wouldn't be drooling at that time..." The driver sighed and nodded repeatedly.

The old housekeeper made the decision: "In this case, why don't Secretary Zhao send someone to the Sixth Hospital tomorrow to find the doctor and ask her to come to the villa to personally cook a medicinal meal for the young master. If she disagrees, we can also let the family chef find her and learn how to cook medicinal meals with her."

It was a rare opportunity to find something that their young master wanted to eat and didn't hate, so the old housekeeper didn't want to miss this opportunity.

"But the other party is a doctor...he may not be willing to do this." Secretary Zhao said with some embarrassment.

"This is what you and I need to solve for the young master." The old housekeeper was calm and said with a smile: "I believe Secretary Zhao will definitely find a way to get the doctor to agree."

"Whether the young master eats or not is one thing, and whether we make it or not is another..." Uncle Fu patted Secretary Zhao on the shoulder, walked to the dining table, looked at Wei Yan, and his smile became gentle and respectful again.

Although the voices of the few people were low, Wei Yan still heard them.

The man's profile was stern, his eyebrows and eyes were deep and dark, and it was impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry.

The man sat at the dining table, and the clever chef had already served the hot meals and dishes that had just come out of the oven.

Wei Yan picked up the chopsticks, "Uncle Fu, there's no need to go to great lengths to eat."

"But..." Uncle Fu hesitated and wanted to insist.

Wei Yan shook his head: "Many foods only smell good but don't taste good."

Uncle Fu: “…”

"She is a doctor, not a chef. Can the meals she cooks be better than those of Michelin chefs and state banquet chefs?" The food was just to fill the stomach. Wei Yan ate a few bites and put down his bowl and chopsticks. The whole meal took less than five minutes, which made the old butler extremely uncomfortable.

But in the face of Wei Yan's persistence and his thin jawline, the old butler finally sighed, cheered up and nodded, "Yes, I understand, Master."

………………

The next morning, just as the sky was getting light, Su Tang, with slightly messy long hair and wearing pink bunny slippers, got up bleary-eyed, grunted, washed, dressed, and prepared the lunch she would bring for the day.

Turning around, I looked at my parents' bedroom, which had been open in the past but was now tightly locked.

Su Tang nodded contentedly.

Last night, Fang Guihua and Su Yanbang only drank a small bowl of fish maw, poria and hen soup, and she was a little worried about the effect of the chicken soup.

Therefore, even though she gave both her parents acupuncture before going to bed, she still felt a little worried when she went to sleep at night.

Fang Guihua and Su Yanbang are both old, and back pain is a common problem for them. In addition, due to their age, they sleep lightly, so the couple often wake up at one or two o'clock in the morning, and Su Yanbang even gets up at five o'clock every time.

She hadn't seen her parents for a long time and slept until dawn.

I don’t sleep well and always feel sleepy during the day. The dark circles and bags under my eyes are getting heavier and heavier, and I feel more and more exhausted.

In the past, Su Tang saw it with his own eyes and kept it in his heart.

But she didn't have any good ideas. Apart from suggesting that her parents soak their feet at night, recommending them to take some melatonin and exercise more on weekdays, there was nothing she could do.

Now that I have this skill, I naturally want to use it for my parents.

"It seems that the Queen Mother used the treatment method that everyone praised, and it really worked remarkably well." Su Tang's deer eyes sparkled as she ran happily into the kitchen.

The couple slept in the bedroom until dawn. Even after Su Tang had heated up breakfast and prepared lunch, she slipped out of the door with her bag on her back, and the two people in the room did not wake up.

Being careful not to make any noise, Su Tang held a freshly steamed custard bun in her mouth and ran towards the early morning bus stop.

The custard buns made by Su Yanbang are soft, sweet and extra fluffy. When you take a bite, the rich milky aroma fills your entire mouth.

Su Tang got on the bus with her eyes sparkling. She only hoped that there would be more patients today than yesterday, so that her hard work in attracting patients last night would not be in vain.

However, Su Tang didn't leave for long.

There was a sound of "click".

The bedroom door was pushed open, and Su Yanbang and his wife walked out of the room while tidying up their clothes and yawning, feeling a little sleepy.

Fang Guihua looked up at the clock on the wall, and surprise showed through every wrinkle on her face, "Ah! Why did I get up so much later than usual today? It's already past 7 o'clock..."

You know, no matter how soundly she slept in the past, she would usually wake up automatically before six o'clock.

If the situation is bad, I may even wake up four or five times a night.

But not only did she not wake up once last night, she even slept with her husband until dawn.

Fang Guihua felt refreshed all over. She hadn't felt so comfortable for many years.

Su Yanbang rubbed his refreshed neck, also with a face full of joy: "When my daughter gave me acupuncture and massage yesterday, I thought she was just bragging. I didn't expect it to be so effective. My neck doesn't hurt anymore."

"Simmer more soup tonight so we can have a few more bowls." By moving her neck and twisting her waist, the aches and pains of the past were relieved, and Fang Guihua felt that her daughter was becoming more and more successful.

She had heard from her daughter before that fish maw, poria and hen soup can nourish the yin, improve complexion, strengthen the body and relieve pain in the waist and knees.

Wouldn't it be a big loss if you don't drink a few more bowls of such good stuff?

Fang Guihua smacked her lips. Even though a whole night had passed, she still seemed to be able to recall the delicious bowl of chicken soup last night.

She thinks it’s worth it no matter how much effort her husband puts into making such delicious medicinal food!