Gu Nuan furrowed her brows slightly, "We should be able to make it." As she spoke, she saw her eldest son coming out of the room, and his little face wasn’t as gloomy as before. Gu Nuan breathed a sigh of relief and invited her son to eat noodles first.

Knowing that Dad was coming back, Lingxin couldn’t help but feel a slight anticipation in his heart, "Did Dad get a lead on Mingli?"

"I don’t know. We have to wait for him to tell us when he gets back," Gu Nuan patted her elder son’s head. "Eat well, so you have the strength to carry on."

With past experiences, Gu Nuan knew that perhaps this was an unacceptable reality for family members, but what they had to do now, apart from enduring and persisting, was nothing else.

After listening to his mother’s words, Lingxin picked up his chopsticks and started eating noodles.

Ou Yanan hurriedly finished his bowl of noodle soup, stood up, and said, "Let me help you. I’m good at things like washing vegetables."

Gu Nuan still looked at him with some doubt.

He walked beside her, looked at the piece of meat she was about to handle, and said, "I’ll cut this meat." Saying that, he picked up the kitchen knife prepared beside the cutting board and rolled up his sleeves to get to work.

Gu Nuan had no choice but to watch him cut two slices, only to see the slices he cut were more neatly edged and looked better than hers, and she was a little stunned, "From which master chef did you learn this?"

Ou Yanan played coy, "From my teacher."

Gu Nuan’s brain turned for a while before she suddenly understood his meaning; he was treating the kitchen knife like a scalpel. It turned out that being a doctor had this perk. Gu Nuan shrugged and walked to the fridge to get other ingredients while saying, "Professor Tang is good at cooking?"

"Hmm."

That extremely cunning man actually had this ability. It seems he’s a three-in-one good man who’s good in the kitchen and the living room, but his heart is a bit cold.

"Professor, he—" Ou Yanan opened up, "At that time, we were on duty and didn’t even have supper to eat, our stomachs growling with hunger. The professor took out a small electric stove and a small soup pot from his clinic, put in two eggs, and those eggs were fried crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, the best fried eggs I’ve ever eaten."

Gu Nuan didn’t know if Zhao Mengjin knew about this.

Ou Yanan suddenly squinted and said, "I told Miss Zhao, because she asked."

"She asked about this?"

"Yes, she asked me what we did when we were on night duty and had nothing to eat. So I told her about the fried eggs. Because I saw her, it seemed she wanted to bring supper to the professor, but she was afraid that the supper she brought might not be as good as the professor’s own fried eggs. When she heard that, she indeed looked defeated."

Listening to his words, Gu Nuan couldn’t help but chuckle, knowing he was intentionally saying these things to make her laugh. He did it, successfully diverting attention. She said, "I see, you don’t know nothing."

"Hmm."

"She likes someone else, but she used to date you."

"It was all fake back then."

"Not regretful in your heart?"

"No regrets." He never really thought she would be his woman, so where would the regret come from?

Looking at his relaxed profile, Gu Nuan thought, her brother, like her other brother, had quite a proud nature. How many ordinary men could so perfectly control themselves and not be moved by Zhao Mengjin?

Zhao Mengjin is one of the few wealthy, talented, and beautiful women in the world, almost perfect in every way—the dream goddess every man wants to marry.

On the roads of New York City, at this point in time, there happened to be a traffic jam. Xiao Yebai and Zang Xiaolian sat in the front passenger seat and the driver’s seat, with Zang Xiaolian driving. In the back seat, sat the newly arrived Wei Changqing.