, "Young Master, you're being too serious. Since Young Master doesn't want to, then I'll just watch Young Master use a spoon with his left hand. Young Master using his left hand to eat is still someth...Fu Mo Han said, "Let the chef do it."

Lin Jinran, " ...Okay, I'll go find the chef."

She withdrew her small hand, propped herself up on the sofa and stood up. Her legs felt numb, as if ants were crawling all over them. She took small steps and left the bedroom.

The sudden departure of warmth left Fu Mo Han inexplicably dissatisfied. His thin lips tightened, saying nothing.

It's amazing how thinking of her mother made the sick person so vulnerable.

How could she even compare herself to her mother Her mother's gentleness was genuine and never insincere flattery.

Lin Jin had just stepped out of the building when she realized something, she didn't have the chef's phone number. The chef didn't live in Fu's residence.

Go find the butler and have him make a phone call.

Lin Jinran discovered again that she didn't know where the housekeeper lived.

Alright, waiting for the chef to come over like this will take a lot of time.

She could cook porridge by herself; there was no need to find a chef for that.

Lin Jin got up and walked toward the kitchen. She washed rice and started cooking porridge while also boiling a few eggs. After about ten minutes, the thick aroma of rice porridge filled the kitchen.

She hummed a cheerful tune and then set to work making some small cold dishes, perfect for pairing with rice porridge.

Seeing that the eggs were almost cooked, Lin Jinyu skillfully transferred the boiled eggs to cool water with nimble hands. His fair and slender fingers delicately peeled the plump white eggs and placed them on a small plate.

He was completely oblivious to the figure standing in the kitchen.

Xiao Yu glared at Lin Jinran's skilled movements with displeasure, her discontent growing larger and larger.

These days because of Old Master Fu, Zhang Sao, she was even scolded by the steward, telling her to be more restrained and not cause trouble.

What did she do

It's all because of Lin Jinran, yet they really act like she's the mistress!

A few days ago, she was meek and submissive. But now that her sister-in-law has arrived, she's started acting arrogant and bossy, even moving into the young master's room! She's really shameless!

Lin Jinyan, who was busy cooking porridge, turned around and saw someone at the door. He was startled.

Xiao Yu's face, which had been cold just a moment ago, quickly warmed up. She smiled and said, "Ms. Lin is cooking"

Lin Jinran politely nodded her head. She always sensed Xiaoyu didn't like her. Therefore, most of the time, she was polite and distant towards Xiaoyu.

She put the cooked rice porridge, eggs, and side dishes all onto a tray, ready to send them up to Fu Mo'han.

Xiaoyu walked over and took it, "I'll take this up to the young master. It's almost 7 o'clock, and you still have to go to work today. Don't waste time."

When Lin Jinran heard the time, she didn't refuse either. In her view, it didn't matter who sent it up.

"Thank you."

Xiaoyu smiled as she picked up the breakfast Lin Jinran had made. Turning around, her smile vanished instantly. She scoffed and walked towards the stairs.

After knocking a few times on the bedroom door and hearing Fu Mo's response, Xiaoyu opened the door and walked in holding a tray.

Fu Mo Han saw that she had entered, his sword eyebrows furrowed, and he asked coldly, "Where is Lin Jin Ran"

"Miss Lin, having breakfast downstairs." Xiaoyu quickly glanced over the room with her peripheral vision. Seeing the disarray of the bed, she placed the tray on the coffee table next to the sofa without much expression.

"Young Master, please try this to see if it suits your taste."

Fu Mo Han had already sat up before Xiao Yu walked in. He swept a cold gaze over the breakfast on the plate and asked in a deep voice, "Did you make this"

"Yes, the chef is still on his way. I made some first and Miss Lin thought it tasted okay, so I dared to bring it up." Xiaoyu said apprehensively.

Fu Mo Han didn't say much. His defined bones took up a spoon and tasted a spoonful of rice porridge, then savored a bite of the side dish.

The rice porridge is soft and smooth, and the small dishes are crisp and fragrant, which complements each other well.

"It tastes good."

“Thank you, young master, for the compliment.”

Unbeknownst to the two of them, a figure stood silently by the unguarded entrance, absorbing every word of their conversation.mouth haphazardly and rinsed his mouth. His expression was solemn and grim, an inexplicable nausea had come over him. Could it be...Putting down his water glass, Hou Shao strode out of the restroom, p...