Chapter 268 - 268 Supper
The Rough Hunter s Little Lucky Wife
268 Supper
Zhao Zhanâs mind was filled with many thoughts.
He propped his arms on one side of the bed and calmed his breathing before saying, âYou must be hungry since you havenât eaten all day. Iâll go get some food and bring it over. Itâs cold outside. You should lie down in the blanket to keep warm.â
Zhao Zhan said as he got out of bed, put on his outer robe, and adjusted the fire to make it burn more vigorously before leaving the room.
âYouâre awake?â
!!
Madam Qin had stayed in the kitchen to look after the boiling soup. When she saw Zhao Zhan enter, she got up and was about to get him a bowl. âIâm worried that something might happen if no one was looking after the soup.â
âWhat do you want to eat? Iâll do it. â
âHave you and Doctor Sun eaten yet?â
âDonât worry about us. What about you?â
âMadam Qin, you should go back to your room to rest. You look tired, you probably havenât had a good rest these past two days. Iâll take care of things here.
As Zhao Zhan spoke, he went to look at the dough he had left there. He pressed it and felt that it was soft enough, so he took it out and kneaded it again. âIâll just make a simple bowl of noodles. Iâll clean it up later.â
Madam Qin saw that she did not need to interfere, so she nodded and returned to her room.
Zhao Zhanâs movements were swift, and the dough in his hands moved to his command.
He quickly pulled out a few portions of noodles and put them in the soup stock. Then, he fried two eggs in the pan. After doing all this, the noodles were done. He washed a few vegetables and threw them into the pot as well.
In addition to the soup noodles, Zhao Zhan also scooped up a bowl of noodles and rinsed them with cold water. Then, he took out a pot of oil and made a bowl of fried noodles.
While he was doing all this, he sprinkled a handful of chili seasoning and quickly turned it over twice. After everything was done, Zhao Zhan quickly tidied up the kitchen and brought a bowl of noodles to Doctor Sun.
âDoctor Sun?â
Doctor Sunâs door was opened. Zhao Zhan stood at the door and called out.
âZhao Zhan, is that you?â
Doctor Sun sniffled and hurriedly stood up. His eyes lit up when he saw the bowl of soup noodles in Zhao Zhanâs hands. âIs this for me? â
âOf course, itâs for you.â
Zhao Zhan knew that Doctor Sun always slept late, so he would often prepare some snacks in the kitchen before going to bed to fill his stomach.
The things that he had prepared would always be finished the next morning.
He was worried that Doctor Sun did not go to the kitchen today, so he quickly prepared something and brought it over.
âDo you have chili?â Doctor Sun took the bowl of soup and looked at the thick white soup base. âIâve learnt to crave for chili and vinegar ever since Iâve stayed here.â
âYes.â Zhao Zhan showed him the other small bowl in his hand. âI put it according to your usual preference. Iâll help you pour it in.â
Doctor Sun was very satisfied with the preparations.
âYou should rest early. Leave the bowls and chopsticks in the room and Iâll come to collect them tomorrow.â
âI know, I know. As usual.â
These days, Doctor Sun has become more and more like a mischievous child. Seeing that he couldnât wait to eat, Zhao Zhan smiled and returned to the kitchen. He took the supper he had prepared and went back to his bedroom.
Yue Jiaojiao, who was lying on the bed, heard the sound of the door and smelled the food before she could see the person who had arrived.
Yue Jiaojiaoâs stomach was growling. She lifted the blanket and walked over to the table. She looked at Zhao Zhan, who was carrying a tray into the room, and exclaimed, âIt smells so good!â
Zhao Zhan placed the tray down and looked down at the clothes on the womanâs body. He turned around to get a robe and draped it over her back. He then covered her legs with the extremely soft animal skin in his hands and squatted down to carefully wrap the animal skin around her so that she was all bundled up.
âItâs cold in the room.â
Yue Jiaojiao had already picked up her bowl of noodles and was drinking a mouthful of soup.
âThe fire was big enough to keep me warm.â
She held the pair of chopsticks as her eyes were still fixed on the other food.
Zhao Zhan also had a bowl of soup noodles in front of him, but he had been paying attention to the other womanâs movements.
âZhao Zhan, this is a lot of food.â
Yue Jiaojiao hadnât finished eating the noodles in her bowl, but she really wanted to try the taste of fried noodles. Her eyes darted around, and she held the chopsticks in her hand, eager to give it a go.
Zhao Zhan chuckled and pushed the fried noodles forward. âItâs all yours. Itâs okay if you canât finish it. Iâll finish the rest.â
With his reassurance, Yue Jiaojiao felt at ease and picked up a few strands with her chopsticks.
She didnât have a big appetite. Zhao Zhan had found a blacksmith to forge a thick iron plate. In addition to the main course, he also made grilled tofu and meat slices for her.
By the time he took out the last two items, Yue Jiaojiao was already moving on to the next dish.
Yue Jiaojiao wanted to eat everything!
She had the will but not the stomach capacity. In the end, she didnât finish the noodles left in her bowl.
Yue Jiaojiao clutched her stomach as she looked at the mess of food on the table, feeling a rare sense of guilt. She quickly glanced at Zhao Zhan and then retracted her gaze. âZhao Zhan, Iâm just taking a break. I still want to eat later.â
Zhao Zhan had been cooperating with her eating speed just now. Now that he saw that she was really full, he took the soup and fried noodles in front of him and finished everything else on the table in two or three bites.
âYou can eat as many things as you want. Iâll help you with the rest.â Zhao Zhan got up and put the plates on the table on the tray. âDo you want to walk around the room? You might get a stomach ache at night.â
âAlright.â
Yue Jiaojiao got up and walked around the room to digest her food. Zhao Zhan put the things in the kitchen and cleaned them up. He took a look at the boiling milk and poured out two bowls before returning to the room.
âWhere are you?â
âIâm in the study.â
The woman stood up straight, lowered her eyes, and drew on the paper with a brush.
Zhao Zhan quietly walked over and put the milk aside. When he saw the outline of the portrait on the paper, he curiously asked, âWho is this?â
Yue Jiaojiaoâs movements were extremely steady. When she heard Zhao Zhanâs voice, a smile appeared on her face. âCanât you tell?â
Zhao Zhan lowered his eyes and stared at the piece. His lips moved, but he didnât say what he was thinking.
Yue Jiaojiao cast a sidelong glance at him before looking away. The corners of her lips straightened as she tried her best to hold back her smile.
âIt makes sense that you canât recognize who it is. After all, the person in the painting is an old acquaintance of mine from when I was young.
âPerhaps it is easy for oneâs mind to drift and reminisce at night. I just couldnât help it, so I thought of drawing his portrait as a memento.â
Even though she said that Yue Jiaojiao was still being coy.
âDonât be an id*ot.â
Zhao Zhanâs heart ached as if there was a cat scratching it. He tried his best to hold it in for a moment before he pressed his hand on the paper. âJiaojiao, I donât want you to continue drawing.â