It turned out that there was no one in the yard, and Su Qiao's colleague didn't know where he was.

Zhaodi was worried and asked around.

"Then I met that uncle. He was the uncle who saved you last night." Zhao Di wiped her tears with lingering fear, "I've seen him before. Every time you eat, he secretly hides in the dining car. Su Doctor, all the meals you ate were cooked by him.”

"The uncle next to him seems to be named Fang Zheng. Every time, he has someone deliver the food he cooks to you."

"I thought he must care about you, so I told him about it."

"He seemed to be crazy and ran to my house to look for you, but it was difficult to find my house. He took the wrong route."

"I got home first, and when I saw your appearance, I was shocked, so I hurried to find him."

"Dr. Su, I really didn't mean it. I never wanted to harm you."

The little girl was already crying. She spoke intermittently, and her words were not very coherent, but Su Qiao understood.

She kept echoing in her mind, Fu Yanxiu actually hid in the dining car to cook for her?

Thinking of the small dining car and the way Fu Yanxiu's tall figure was squeezed into the car, it was inexplicably funny.

Su Qiao also smiled. Seeing her smile, Zhao Di was a little at a loss and asked cautiously, "Doctor Su, aren't you angry?"

Su Qiao came to her senses and waved to Zhao Di. Zhao Di walked over and Su Qiao touched the top of her head, "No, you are very good. I won't be angry."

Zhaodi's eyes were instantly filled with tears, and she wiped her eyes with her dirty sleeves.

"My mother is not confused all the time. There are times when she is sober. She just doesn't want me to know this." Zhao Di defended her mother in a special voice.

Su Qiao's heart was sore. She thought of her mother, and Lin Qing had always been there for her. She swallowed her anger, her teeth were broken, and she only swallowed it in her stomach.

But Lin Qing was able to resist on her own, while Zhaodi's mother couldn't even take care of herself, but was still silently bearing the pain for her daughter.

Su Qiao's vision blurred for a moment, and she pulled Zhaodi into her arms, gently patting her back, as if to comfort her.

It also seems like he is comforting his younger self.

After seeing Zhaodi off, Su Qiao sat by her bed for a long time, thinking about what Zhaodi had just said.

So Fu Yanxiu was always there, hiding where she couldn't see him.

No wonder she sometimes felt like someone was watching her wherever she went.

She always thought it was the children in the village who liked her but didn't dare to get close to her.

Perhaps, it was not her illusion, there really was someone watching her, but that person was Fu Yanxiu.

Thinking of Fu Yanxiu, Su Qiao stood up and wanted to go out to see how such a huge Buddha could fit in the dining car.

When she got up to go out, the door was pushed open. Fu Yanxiu came in with a bowl of noodles. He opened his broad palm and pinched the edge of the bowl with just a few fingers. It seemed to be very hot. He came in quickly and put the bowl on the table. On the table, he started blowing his hands.

Su Qiao went over and looked at her face. Suddenly, a few fingers pinched her earlobes. Su Qiao paused and slowly raised her eyes to look at Fu Yanxiu.

The man raised one lip, and the corners of his eyes were filled with smiles, "I'm going to burn some noodles for you, please slow down."

Su Qiao was in a daze. When she was young, Yan Min and Fu Ting often bullied her. She had always been obedient in the Fu family because she didn't want to make others dislike her.

She didn't want to get her mother into trouble.

Sometimes during the New Year and holidays, when the family is too busy, the servants will ask her to do some chores.

Su Qiao didn't know how to serve the rice, so she did it silently.

Once when a bowl of soup was brought to her, I don't know whether the servant forgot it or did it on purpose, so she was asked to bring the soup bowl directly without giving her a tray.

She didn't think much and just took it over.

That bowl of soup was filled with delicacies from the mountains and seas. It was expensive, almost her living expenses for a semester. She didn't dare to let it go no matter how hot it was. She insisted on taking it out.

Her hands were red with heat, and suddenly, a pair of hands reached over and placed her delicate fingers on a pair of earlobes.

At that time, Su Qiao also raised his eyes and looked over like this. Fu Yanxiu's face still had a boyish look on his face, and his voice was light, "If your hands are hot, pinch your earlobes and it will relieve the pain."

How could a girl withstand such teasing at such an early age? That scene had been hidden in Su Qiao's heart for a long time.

Even the cool touch on Fu Yanxiu's earlobe lingered on Su Qiao's fingertips for several years.

"What are you thinking about? Your cheeks are so red?"

Fu Yanxiu's melodious voice brought Su Qiao's thoughts back to the present. She looked into his eyes, and he lowered his head slightly and came closer.

The two of them were so close that their breaths were intertwined. The blush on Su Qiao's cheeks became even more intense, "Are you thinking about me?"

The woman's thoughts were exposed by Fu Yanxiu. Su Qiao took his hand away and changed the subject to look at the noodles, the clear soup, rich toppings, and chewy noodles.

Just looking at it makes people very appetizing.

Su Qiao pulled up the stool and sat down, picked up the chopsticks and took a bite, chewing it carefully, just like what he had been eating these days.

Her heart suddenly softened.

"Is it delicious?" Fu Yanxiu sat next to her, supporting his chin with one hand, as if he was waiting for praise.

Su Qiao caught a glimpse of him from the corner of her eye and hummed lightly, "It's delicious."

Fu Yanxiu chuckled, "In the past few days, I saw how worried you were every time you ate. I thought you didn't like it. I secretly changed a few toppings."

Su Qiao's hand paused. Although she had guessed it, she still looked at Fu Yanxiu in surprise, "Did you bring the dining car? Are you really... cooking in it?"

Fu Yanxiu smiled mockingly, "I thought you were worried because you ate it. That was my doing."

He raised his hand and tapped the tip of her nose, "I have served you for so many years, and you don't miss me at all?"

Serve? Su Qiao wanted to refute.

But think about it carefully, even though she had devoted herself to him all these years, Su Qiao didn't know how to cook. The last time he made a soup, he almost burned himself to death.

There was also that time when Yan Min asked a servant to trick her into adding mushrooms to her soup, causing her to vomit. It was Fu Yanxiu who took care of her all night.

And when she was sick...

Including every time in that matter, it was Fu Yanxiu who worked hard. Afterwards, he would hold her to clean her because she had no strength at all.

She loves to be clean and doesn't want to sleep like that.

Thinking of Fu Yanxiu working hard on the bed, Su Qiao blinked slightly and lowered his head unnaturally.

She felt the man leaning forward, his thin lips gently brushing against her ear, and his voice was extremely beguiling, "Are you thinking about me again? Huh?"

Su Qiao bit her lip and turned around. He held her face with a pair of big hands and asked her to turn and look at him. Fu Yanxiu's dark eyes were like pools, and he wanted to suck Su Qiao in.

"Buckwheat, I miss you too."