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Chapter 1004 - 1001: I Want to Eat the Noodles You Cook

Chapter 1004: Chapter 1001: I Want to Eat the Noodles You Cook

Tong Xiaohua had difficulty recovering from the emotional rollercoaster of relief and sorrow, only to remember how she woke up in this unfamiliar place.

"Is this the hospital?"

Even though it was a private room, from the equipment, it was undoubtedly a hospital.

"Yes, Uncle Du said you had a high fever for two days and were very weak, so he brought you here to recover from the illness," Yan Bo explained.

Tong Xiaohua didn’t concern herself with her own body, and promptly questioned Yan Bo, urging him to report his movements over the past eight days.

"Xiao Hua, I’m sorry. It was my dad’s work-related matter; it’s highly confidential, and I can’t disclose any details. I apologize for worrying you for so long," Yan Bo apologized, bowing his head and kissing her lips, his eyes filled with regret.

Tong Xiaohua stared at him, "Then why didn’t you tell me before you left?"

As long as he had said he was busy, even if he had to be incommunicado for ten days, she would have understood.

"Because it was urgent, I left in a hurry and even forgot my mobile phone. Once we’re in work mode, we have to be completely isolated from the outside world, so I couldn’t contact you."

Yan Bo had just finished his task that morning, and the first thing he did was to charge and turn on his mobile phone.

As soon as he powered it on, he was bombarded with hundreds of messages and nearly a hundred missed phone calls.

During the days he was unreachable, he was nothing but a tireless work machine, never having the time to think about the outside world. After he finished, he immediately realized Tong Xiaohua must have been terrified.

Indeed, as soon as he turned on his phone, a wave of texts laid bare all of Tong Xiaohua’s worries and sadness over the past days.

He anxiously called Tong Xiaohua back, only to receive news that she had fallen ill and passed out.

On the ride back, he read all the messages Tong Xiaohua had sent him, from the very first to the very last without missing a single one, and by the end, he felt an overwhelming desire to kill himself.

Tong Xiaohua bit her lip, her eyes red as she glared at him for a while, then she pushed against his chest to get out of his embrace and slid back under the quilt.

"Xiao Hua..."

Yan Bo reached out to touch her face, but Tong Xiaohua would not look at him, pulling the quilt over her and closing her eyes slightly.

"I’m going to sleep a bit more, you should go take a shower and shave."

It was then Yan Bo confirmed that Tong Xiaohua had calmed down.

"Do I look that bad?" he asked with a smile, touching his stubbly chin.

"Yes, hideous!" Tong Xiaohua kept her eyes closed, her back towards him, speaking insincerely, "And while you’re at it, have the doctor treat your swelling too!"

Listening to Yan Bo’s retreating footsteps, Tong Xiaohua’s eyelids grew heavier, and soon, she fell into a deep sleep.

In the evening, after a long nap which did her a lot of good, Tong Xiaohua clamored to be discharged.

Uncle Du and Yan Bo insisted she stay another night for observation, but in the end, the doctor mediated the situation.

"Tong Xiaohua is young and strong, with a healthy body and good recovery ability, leaving the hospital shouldn’t be a problem."

Indeed, the hospital itself wasn’t keen on keeping someone like Tong Xiaohua, with a bunch of bodyguards sticking out like sore thumbs in the corridor, causing a bad impression.

So, with the doctor’s approval, Tong Xiaohua was discharged from the hospital that same night.

Uncle Du tactfully took the co-pilot’s seat, leaving the back seat for Tong Xiaohua and Yan Bo to have some private time together.

"Xiao Hua, what do you want to eat later? I’ll call home and ask Chef Yuan to prepare it!"

Snuggled in Yan Bo’s arms, Tong Xiaohua did not directly answer Uncle Du’s question but instead looked up at Yan Bo and said, "I want to eat the noodles you cook..."

Yan Bo was taken aback for a moment and looked down at her carefully.

She had been ill for several days and was now cuddling in his arms with a soft tone, not her usual straightforward self, but rather, a little girl acting coquettishly.

Uncle Du, who had originally turned around to ask for her preference, immediately faced forward again, pretending he had heard and seen nothing.

"Sweetheart, the food I cook is terrible..."

Yan Bo couldn’t even cook instant noodles properly, let alone any other kind of noodles.

"But I just want to eat what you make..." Tong Xiaohua hadn’t seen him for nearly ten days, and at this moment, the desire to eat his homemade noodles had become an obsession.

These days, she had thought too much.

Suddenly realizing that the people and things around her, though seemingly unchanging day by day,

In fact, these people and things are growing and diminishing every day, and perhaps one day, they will suddenly disappear.

Therefore, everyone should cherish everything around them, including people and things.

Yan Bo’s disappearance had made her increasingly aware that she didn’t know much about this man.

So now that he was in front of her, whether good or bad, she wanted to take the time to understand.

Even if it was a bowl of bad-tasting noodles, it was still personally cooked by him, and certainly, no one else could replicate that taste.

Yan Bo was so pestered by her that he had no choice but to nod and agree.

"Alright, I’ll cook for you, but you must be prepared..."

They say nobody’s perfect, and although God had given Yan Bo many outstanding qualities, he truly had no talent for cooking.

It could even be said that he was a disaster.

Because he had promised to make her noodles, on the way back, Yan Bo held her with one arm and used his mobile phone with the other to call Aunt Xin, carefully jotting down the steps and key points for making noodles.

Upon entering the house, not wanting Tong Xiaohua to go hungry, Yan Bo pushed her towards the sofa.

"Xiao Hua, take a seat and rest, I’ll go cook the noodles."

Tong Xiaohua, however, disagreed, "No, I want to watch you do it."

Sick Tong Xiaohua had suddenly become a little capricious.

Yan Bo couldn’t bear to go against her wishes, so he had to hug her and go into the kitchen together; after all, the Tong family’s kitchen was very large and well-ventilated, so even if she watched from the side, it wouldn’t be too uncomfortable for her.

Yan Bo moved a high stool in front of the kitchen counter and directly lifted her onto it.

"You sit here; I’ll get busy."

Uncle Guan had already prepared the noodles and ingredients he needed, and Yan Bo turned on the stove, pouring some water into the pot.

"Aren’t you going to wear an apron?"

Tong Xiaohua, supporting her cheek with one hand, admired her tall and long-legged boyfriend rolling up his sleeves to make noodles for her, the soft light from the ceiling lamp casting his handsome profile in a warm and gentle glow.

Yan Bo stood up straight. "No need, right?"

Tong Xiaohua kicked her legs, "Thump," and jumped down to the floor.

Her bounce nearly snapped Yan Bo’s nerves.

"Hey, be careful; you’re still sick!"

Tong Xiaohua didn’t care much for that, opening the cupboard under the kitchen counter and taking out a new apron.

Tong Xiaohua stood up straight and smiled at him, beckoning him with her finger.

"Come here!"

Yan Bo shook his head helplessly and obediently took a few steps towards her, bowing his head as she wanted.

Tong Xiaohua slipped the apron over his head, "Turn around..."

When Yan Bo turned around, she swiftly tied the apron for him.

"Is that alright?" Yan Bo turned to face her, following her pull.

Tong Xiaohua scrutinized him for a moment, then tiptoed and kissed him on the lips.

"That’s better, my most handsome Master Chef!"

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