C27 Waiting for Her

Even if he was her husband and she was injured, he had an obligation to take care of her, but duty and responsibility were not his will, so why would she force him?

Seeing that she carried her bag upstairs, the man's steps paused for a moment without leaving a trace, then he continued to walk towards the restaurant.

Auntie Wu brought out a plate of delicious and delicate food from the kitchen. She arranged the food carefully and carefully, then placed it in front of the man, but the man didn't move.

Auntie Wu was stunned. "Teacher? Don't you want to eat yet? "

He had a bad stomach, so for the past few years, his meals were set at 6: 30 in the evening.

It was now past half past seven in the evening …

The man didn't answer. He seemed to look toward the stairs.

Facing this employer who had hired her for more than five years, she asked caringly, "There's even a stomach nourishing pork belly soup in the kitchen. Should I add half a bowl of it to your bowl first?"

Men never spoke much, so they didn't answer.

Auntie Wu had been by his side for so many years, so she naturally knew that he didn't like the people around him talking too much.

She could only silently go into the kitchen and continue cleaning up.

However, this man's body was really not well. She went into the kitchen for a while and still worriedly went out to take a look, but she found that the man was still sitting there without moving.

Auntie Wu was a little worried. When she saw that it would get cold if she did not eat any more food, she could not hold it in and went over. "Teacher, is the food I cooked today not to your liking?"

These dishes were what she had been cooking all these years, and he seemed to be fond of them. In theory, they did not exist and were not to his liking.

But even so, because of her worry, Aunt Wu still asked.

The man still didn't say a word. His expression was too dark. She couldn't tell what he was thinking at all.

However, at this moment, the man seemed to have taken a glance at the direction that Jian Zhiyan had been sitting in. He seemed to have discovered …

There were no chopsticks or bowls placed there.

This time, Auntie Wu caught the man's gaze and said, "Madam said that she had already eaten outside."

The man paused for a moment and then slightly moved his hand. He then picked up the bowl and chopsticks and began to eat.

When Aunt Wu saw this, she realized that he seemed to think that she would eat together with him and wait for her …

Thinking of this, she frowned, but didn't say anything. She went into the kitchen and continued working.

She had calculated the eating speed of the man, so when she thought he was almost done, she walked out of the kitchen. But what surprised her was that there was no one in the dining room.

The bowl of rice on the table didn't seem to have been touched. The exquisite cooking didn't seem to have been touched either. It lay desolate and lonely on the table. It looked extremely cold.

Auntie Wu stood at the kitchen door and watched with a complicated expression.

After that, she went back to the kitchen, carried a bowl of soup upstairs, and knocked on the man's door: "Sir, would you like some soup?"

No one answered.

After that, Auntie Wu stood at the door and stopped knocking. However, she did not leave, as if she was trying to find a way out.

Jian Zhiyan had originally planned to stay in her own room for the night.

However, he had finished reading all the books in the room, and playing on his phone was boring. After thinking for a while, he decided to go downstairs to watch TV anyway.

She had just pushed open the door to the room when she saw Auntie Wu standing worriedly in front of the man's room with a bowl of steaming food that she didn't know what it was.

Aunt Wu saw her stunned, but still respectfully nodded her head, "Madam."

Jian Zhiyan smiled, "What did you cook? "It smells so good."

Although she had eaten dinner, she still couldn't resist when she thought of Auntie Wu's cooking skills.

Aunt Wu was cold yet respectful as she said, "Pig-belly soup, do you want some?"

"Sure."

Auntie Wu looked at the man's room, then said to Jian Zhiyan, "Madam, please take a seat in the dining room, I'll serve the dishes for you."

"Alright."

After she sat down, she realized that basically no one had touched the dishes on the table, "Auntie, about that …" Why is he so full? "

She had just gone upstairs and he was already full?

"Teacher doesn't have any appetite today."

"Oh." She took the soup from Auntie Wu and said, "He won't be able to eat much by himself. Next time, he can make less. Otherwise, it'll be too much of a waste if he can't finish it."

Her grandfather was a general and was used to eating as much as she could in the army. This good attitude of her naturally brought him home, so Jian Zhiyan had developed a good habit of not wasting any more food.

"Do you want to keep these for tomorrow?"

Tomorrow she was going to school, and men were supposed to be out in the day, and no one was eating.

Auntie Wu frowned. "Teacher never eats leftovers."

She paused as she drank the soup, "It was poured out just like that?"

"Yes."

"So wasteful?"

She wanted to ignore it, but looking at the dishes on the table, she could not bear to continue watching. Thinking back to when Auntie Wu was standing at the man's door, she asked, "Auntie, do you want to make him drink soup?"

"Yes."

"I'll call him."

Auntie Wu looked at her hesitantly.

She shrugged her shoulders. When she saw the dishes on the table, she could not resist the temptation. She put the meat into her mouth and said vaguely, "Although I don't know if it will be useful, I want to try it out. Otherwise, it would be such a pity to waste so much food."

Aunt Wu frowned as she looked at her, but she was really worried about the man's stomach. She could only say: "I'll be troubling Madam."

"You're too polite."

Jian Zhiyan ate another piece of meat, wiped her hands, and then carried the tray to knock on the door.

Standing in front of the door, she lightly coughed and paused for a moment before knocking, "About that …" "What's the point? Auntie made some soup and it's very nice. Do you want to drink some together?"

No response.

Auntie said you didn't eat much at night, so auntie cooked so hard, how sad would Auntie be if you didn't eat it? Besides, if you didn't eat it, then you shouldn't ask Auntie to cook so much. It would be a waste if you didn't eat it.

"Madam, since Mister doesn't want to eat, then let Mister decide what he wants."

Auntie Wu thought that she was just caring about men so she tried to persuade them to eat, but she didn't know that she just thought it was a waste of food.

Since their statuses were too far apart, she didn't say anything. She took the tray from Jian Zhiyan, nodded respectfully, and went downstairs.

Jian Zhiyan felt that Auntie Wu was angry, but did not know why. Seeing the man's tightly shut door, she knocked again, "About that …" Are you sure you don't want to eat it? Aren't you hungry? "

He was unwilling to give up as he continued to knock on the door. "Are you really not going to eat?"

Still no reaction.

"Fine."

She smiled wryly. It seemed that she shouldn't have come knocking on the door in such a sentimental manner.

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