When Ye Jiayao returned to their courtyard, Xia Chunyu was just sending the physician off.
"What did the physician say?"
"It's just a little sprain. She just has to rub it with some ointment and she'll recover in a couple of days."
Ye Jiayao sighed with relief. "Good. What do you want to eat? I'll make it."
Xia Chunyu took her hand and led her into their room, saying, "Get the servants to make it. I know you're tired too."
Although he really wanted to eat her cooking, he's not going to sacrifice her health just to satisfy his cravings.
Qiao Xi took the initiative to make some fragrant shredded chicken noodles. She's been learning a few things from Jiang Yue and she wanted to put it to the test. It was just a pity that Jiang Yue has been spending most of her time in the pastry shop and couldn't come back every day.
Chunyu took a bite of the noodles and praised, "Not bad."
"Thank you, Heir-son Lord," Qiao Xi responded, pleased.
