Ou Yanan touched his own face, feeling alright: "It’s okay. I’ve spent three years in the United States, I’m used to the climate here."

Gu Nuan suddenly remembered that for those three years, he had always been accompanying that woman for her medical treatment in the United States. Was this repayment? Was it fulfilling an obligation? Unknown. Ultimately, what he did left a thorn in the hearts of the Gu Family.

As she walked to the kitchen, Ou Yanan called again: "Don’t bother, plain water is fine. I can pour it myself."

Gu Nuan seemed not to hear him, directly asking: "You haven’t eaten, have you? Did you have lunch?"

"I did." Ou Yanan replied, but his stomach betrayed him with a series of grumbling noises.

Gu Nuan smiled: "I’m cooking noodles for Lingxin, I’ll make an extra bowl for you. Put something in your stomach first, then think about what you want to eat. Ingredients in the United States are hard to find, it’s not easy to cook some homemade meals from back home."

"Mm." Ou Yanan casually chatted with her, "Yeah, when I cook here, I also find it hard to get the right ingredients."

"You know how to cook?"

"Yes."

Gu Nuan raised an eyebrow. To be honest, her husband and father gave her a deep realization: don’t expect men to cook. The cooking gene in men is naturally a bit inferior to that of women.

On this point, Ou Yanan certainly disagreed, offering examples: "Many of my classmates can cook better meals than women."

"You—" Gu Nuan only remembered him following Tang Sili, given Tang Sili only accepted him as a student, she didn’t recall him having classmates.

Realizing what she was asking, Ou Yanan faintly smiled: "Everyone thinks I’m like a professor, but actually, to my knowledge, the professor himself has classmates he still keeps in touch with."

Oh? A glimmer flashed in Gu Nuan’s eyes. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

The noodles were tumbling in the pot. Gu Nuan stirred them with long chopsticks, preparing to add some meat for flavoring. Thus, she took out thawed pork, placing it on the cutting board, slicing it. As she did this, it seemed her mind was only left with the thought of cooking, nothing else.

Ou Yanan watched her in the kitchen, orderly, yet distinctly feeling a strong low pressure emanating from her.

Understandably so. When he heard the news, he felt as if the sky had fallen, not to mention her, a mother.

If possible, he hoped she could have a good cry for relief, instead of suppressing it like this. Whether as a brother or a doctor, he hoped this shoulder could be lent to her. Yet, she was so stubborn, she refused.

This inevitably reminded him of three years ago, when her husband went missing. She also carried herself like a Superman, making anyone shrink back in fear. But in reality, these were probably just her disguised surface.

As Ou Yanan involuntarily connected these thoughts, he hesitantly paced around the sofa, unsure whether to sit or not. Perhaps standing could relieve some pressure, doing something, rather than just standing here empty-handed waiting for food.

He picked up a fallen magazine from the sofa, flipping through a couple of pages unconsciously. At that moment, he finally saw those little eyes standing at the room door.

Lingxin had unknowingly come out of his room, but didn’t fully emerge, standing at the door, his two small, dark eyes, the same color as his father’s, motionlessly watching the living room.

Ou Yanan’s throat tightened involuntarily. He knew this was Lingxin, not the little monkey Mingli. But the two kids looked identical, easily mistaken. Especially now, with no little monkey beside him for a distinct comparison.