After the divorce, he took care of his child and sold fried rice; his ex-wife was filled with regret

She usually uses brand-name silk thermal pads that cost thousands of yuan. In the past, she wouldn't have even glanced at these cheap ones that cost only a dozen yuan.

But now, in this six-person ward filled with the smell of Lysol, the hot water bottle handed to her by this strange old lady has become the only warmth she feels tonight.

Su Qing opened her mouth, but her usually eloquent mouth trembled slightly at the negotiating table.

She didn't take it, but simply shook her head gently.

"He's asleep, I'll just warm him with my hand. You can keep it; it's tough being alone in the hospital all by yourself."

Without saying a word, the old lady stuffed the hot water bottle into Su Qing's hand that hadn't received the injection, and then sat back down on her husband's bedside.

The warmth from my palm spread little by little through my skin.

Su Qing held the old hot water bottle, and her eyes suddenly welled up with tears.

She has a large villa in the city center, a nanny, and an assistant.

But when she collapsed in the emergency room, she had nothing left except an old hot water bottle handed to her by a complete stranger.

……

At the same time.

Lin Fan drove the Wuling Hongguang and brought it to a steady stop in the back alley of Phoenix Golden Street.

He went around to the passenger side and pulled the sleeping Tuantuan into his arms.

Pushing open the kitchen door, Lin Fan tiptoed up to the third floor, using the faint light coming in from the window.

Lin Fan gently placed Tuantuan on the small bed and carefully covered her with the blanket.

The shrimp dumpling seemed to hear the noise, stretched, and crawled out from under the bed.

It sniffed Tuantuan's scent, nimbly jumped onto the bed, curled up into a fluffy ball next to Tuantuan's pillow, and started snoring.

Lin Fan pulled over a wooden chair and sat down on the edge of the bed.

Looking at his daughter's pale face and hearing her heavy breathing, Lin Fan's heart ached.

It was around 4 a.m.

Tuantuan on the bed suddenly started to move restlessly.

Her eyes were closed, her small hands were scratching wildly in the air, her brows were tightly furrowed, and a fine layer of cold sweat was seeping from her forehead.

"No... let me go..."

The little girl's voice was choked with sobs as she began to struggle in her sleep.

"The big house is cold... I don't want to eat those things... Dad! Dad, where are you?!"

Hearing the fear in his daughter's dream, Lin Fan felt a sudden pang of pain in his heart.

He immediately leaned forward and tightly wrapped around Tuantuan's two little hands that were flailing around in mid-air.

"Daddy's here. Don't be afraid, Tuantuan, Daddy's right here with you."

Tuantuan seemed to feel the warmth of her hand.

She slowly opened her eyes, her gaze still somewhat unfocused.

By the dim light of the floor lamp, she saw Lin Fan's face close to hers, and also saw the small but cozy bedroom around her.

"Dad?" Tuan Tuan's voice was still trembling, filled with the lingering fear of having just had a nightmare.

"Awake? Did you have a nightmare?" Lin Fan gently wiped away the tears from the corner of her eyes with his thumb.

Tuantuan suddenly sat up in bed, grabbed Lin Fan's neck, and held on tightly.

"I dreamt about that big house... It was so dark and cold there, and my mom was taking out my IV needles, it hurt so much..."

As Tuantuan spoke, she buried her face in Lin Fan's shoulder, her body still trembling slightly.

"It's alright, it was all a dream." Lin Fan gently patted her back with his large hand, helping her catch her breath.

"We're home now, in our own little house. Shrimp Dumpling is with you."

As if in response to Lin Fan's words, Xiajiao, who was curled up beside the pillow, came over, rubbed its fluffy head against Tuantuan's arm, and meowed.

Tuantuan felt the softness of the shrimp dumplings and hugged Lin Fan's neck tightly. The fear in her heart finally dissipated little by little.

Tuantuan raised her head, her red and swollen eyes looking at Lin Fan with pleading in them, "I don't want to go there, I just want to stay in the shop with you."

Lin Fan's throat tightened slightly. He looked at his daughter's cautious eyes and nodded heavily.

"Okay. Daddy promises you, wherever you go from now on, Daddy will be there. No one can take you away."

With Lin Fan's assurance, Tuantuan finally felt completely at ease.

The drowsiness from the fever reducer was still there, so she lay back down in bed, holding one of Lin Fan's fingers in one hand, closed her eyes, and fell into a deep sleep again after a few minutes.

This time, her brows relaxed, and her breathing became even and long.

Lin Fan sat in the chair, letting his daughter hold his fingers, until the sky outside the window began to lighten.

Eight o'clock in the morning.

Lin Fan pulled his finger out, stood up, went to the bathroom to wash his face with cold water, changed into clean clothes, and went downstairs.

He took out a marker and wrote on a piece of cardboard, "Closed for the day due to family matters."

Push open the door, hang the cardboard on the handle of the roller shutter, turn around and lock it again.

Tuantuan's fever had just subsided, and coupled with the fright of the past few days, he had no intention of going to the kitchen to prepare food and do business today.

Back in the lobby, Lin Fan went straight into the kitchen.

With a thought, he entered the system farm.

The air on the farm is moist and fresh.

Lin Fan walked to the black spiritual soil, picked up a hoe, and dug out two fresh purple jade yams.

This stuff is best for strengthening the spleen and stomach. Then, he went to the nearby field and picked a small handful of tender green vegetables covered in dew.

Exit the system and return to the real kitchen.

Lin Fan put on gloves and peeled and washed the purple yam.

He used the back of a knife to crush the yam bit by bit, then chopped it into a fine, sticky paste.

The greens were also briefly blanched in boiling water and then chopped very finely.

I grabbed a handful of Xiangshui tribute rice, rinsed it clean, and put it in the pot.

Lin Fan turned the heat down to the lowest setting and slowly stirred the pot in one direction with a wooden spoon. A soft gurgling sound came from the pot.

Half an hour later, a pot of yam and vegetable porridge, with a rich aroma of grains, was ready.

Lin Fan filled a small bowl and carried it upstairs to the second floor.

Pushing open the bedroom door, I found that Tuantuan was already awake.

She was leaning against the headboard, combing the shrimp dumplings' fur. Although her face was still a little pale, her eyes had regained their usual liveliness.

Seeing Lin Fan bring in a bowl, Tuan Tuan sniffed and said, "It smells so good."

"Are you hungry? Come and have some porridge." Lin Fan walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed.

Tuantuan sat up straight obediently. Lin Fan scooped up a spoonful of steaming hot vegetable and yam porridge, blew on it, and brought it to her lips.

The little girl opened her mouth wide and swallowed it in one gulp.

The familiar sweet and soft texture slid down my esophagus into my stomach, leaving me feeling warm and cozy.

Lin Fan fed her spoonful by spoonful. Tuantuan ate with relish, and in less than ten minutes, the small bowl of porridge was empty.

After breakfast, Lin Fan used a warm towel to wipe her face and hands.

Just then, Lin Fan's phone vibrated in his pocket.