Chapter 20

t Manager Li's hand paused for a moment.Shen Yian frowned, but still pretended not to know anything.She's not facing clients for the first time, she has encountered even more outrageous demands before...After tasting it, his stomach started to churn with excitement.

He also thought that a gold-digger like Shen Yian wouldn't know how to cook, but he was surprised to find out that she was actually pretty good.

After finishing his noodles, Shen Yian put the bowls and chopsticks away in the kitchen and then poured a glass of water for Song Lin.

“Take the pills first, and drink a spoonful of cough syrup before bed. Don't drink water within half an hour, otherwise the cough syrup won't work, and you'll be able to sleep more comfortably at night.”

"Hmm."

Song Lin looked at the pills and warm water offered to him, hesitating for a moment. His mind was racing with thoughts he couldn't quite grasp.

When drinking water, he took a special look at Shen Yian. His fair face was filled with a serene smile, giving people a very comfortable feeling.

She added, "Mr. Song, after taking the medicine, go to bed early. Work is important, but your health is even more so."

After she finished speaking, she realized she had probably talked too much.

She immediately changed the subject: “I’m going to wash the dishes.”

Then she slipped into the kitchen.

Song Lin took the medicine, got up and walked to the kitchen door. He looked at the busy figure and turned away thoughtfully.

After washing the dishes, Shen Yian came out with a cloth to wipe the table, but he found that Song Lin had already cleaned it. The napkins she had carelessly placed while eating noodles were also neatly put in the corner of the table.

At that moment, she added a few points to Song Lin in her heart.

Although Song Lin was cold and even somewhat repulsive towards her, he was extremely polite and well-mannered.

This made her less restrained than before, and she occasionally chattered.

Back then, when Gu Cheng went to her house for a meal, he even left the tissue paper he used to wipe his mouth on the table and waited for someone else to clean it up. It was just a small favor!

Thinking of Gu Cheng, Shen Yian immediately shook his head, it was so unlucky.

She went back to her room to get her clothes ready for a bath, but as she walked into the bathroom and slapped her forehead, she remembered she had forgotten to remind Song Linshu about the shower.

I have to say it tomorrow.

Shen Yian could only wash his hair and take a cold shower again.

......

The next morning, Shen Yian got up to make breakfast. Thinking of Song Lin's illness, she boiled all the eight-treasure porridge she had bought for herself.

I can't let Aunt Mo know that Song Lin got sick under her "care," can I

Now the fridge is empty again.

No, I definitely have to go buy some groceries on my way home from work today.

She wants to eat! She wants meat!

Thinking about it, Shen Yian walked out of the kitchen with a large bowl of eight-treasure porridge in high spirits.

Perhaps too excited, she didn't notice someone standing opposite her, her smugness was right before his eyes.

Shen Yian's swaying head froze instantly, looking at Song Lin with some awkwardness, but her heart suddenly skipped a beat. This was for the handsome guy.

This was still her first time seeing Song Lin dressed so formally. The pure black suit accentuated his tall and slender figure. The morning sun was soft and hazy, and he stood in the backlight, as cold and dreamy as a phantom.

Besides admiring Song Lin's beauty, she couldn't help but admire his physique. He was pale and sickly yesterday, but today he looked radiant with health.

"Mr. Song, good morning." She straightened her head and smiled sheepishly.

"Hmm."

Song Lin glanced at the steaming Eight Treasure Porridge in her hand.

Shen Yian smiled and put down his bowl: "Mr. Song, you've just recovered from a serious illness, so it's better to eat something light. So I cooked your portion, but I didn't serve it because I didn't know when you would wake up. Please wait a moment."

Shen Yian's smile was so pure, it made Song Lin stop in his tracks.

A few seconds later, Song Lin finally reacted, realizing he had been distracted by a woman.

Soon, Shen Yian brought out a bowl of eight-treasure porridge.

"It's just out of the pot, be careful it's hot," she reminded naturally.

"Hmm."

Song Lin took a sip of congee, and his stomach instantly felt much better. His thoughts also started to flow.

To think that he could live with a woman he met and then married, and still eat breakfast so calmly, he himself found it incredible.

During that time, Shen Yian glanced at Song Lin, wanting to speak but holding back.

"Mr. Song, that... the refrigerator is out of food, and the condiments are running low. There's only one pot, so I was thinking maybe we should stock up"

After all, this is Song Lin's home, she still has to let him know.

Only then did Song Lin realize that he had only moved in a week ago, and he didn't really know what was missing from his home.

Thinking about it, he took out a rarely used card from his wallet and handed it to her.

"What is this" Shen Yian asked, puzzled.