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

Lin Fan nodded.

Shen Man was afraid that the Su family wouldn't give up, and if they failed to snatch the child at the hospital in the middle of the night, they would come to the shop on Phoenix Golden Street to cause trouble during the day.

Having someone else present means that if any conflict arises, at least there's someone to look out for you or help call the police.

"I understand." Lin Fan put the empty water glass aside and looked at Tuantuan again.

Su Xiaoxiao didn't quite understand the deeper meaning behind Lin Fan's words, but seeing Lin Fan's calm and composed expression, she didn't ask any more questions.

"Brother Lin, I'm just staying here today anyway." Su Xiaoxiao pulled her stool closer to Tuantuan's bed.

"Brother Lin, you can rest at noon. I'll go to the market to buy some groceries and cook lunch. Although my cooking skills aren't as good as yours, I can still manage a simple clear noodle soup or stir-fried vegetables."

Lin Fan smiled, a rare occurrence, as he looked at her serious expression.

"You don't need to go to the market." Lin Fan stood up, took off his coat and hung it on the hanger. "The kitchen has all kinds of ingredients. I'll make three dishes and a soup for lunch."

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

When I took it out, I saw it was a long text message from Aunt Liu.

Lin Fan opened the text message.

"Mr. Lin, this is Aunt Liu. After leaving the hospital last night, I sent a resignation message to General Manager Su."

"I sent you this text message to say thank you again."

"These past few years in the villa, I've seen how you took care of their family, and I've seen how they treated you. You're a good father. Tuantuan is with you, which is a hundred times better than living in that cold, impersonal house."

"I was terrified in the emergency room last night. I feel really bad for taking so much money from you."

"If you ever get too busy at the shop and need someone to do odd jobs or wash dishes, just call me anytime. I don't need a high salary, just food will do. I wish Tuantuan a speedy recovery."

Lin Fan quietly read the message, his finger hovering over the screen for a few seconds.

Liu Ma is an ordinary low-level worker. She is timid and afraid of trouble, but she has the most basic conscience.

Last night, given the situation, the fact that she could withstand Su Qing's pressure and call him was enough.

Lin Fan typed with one hand and replied with a short sentence.

"Keep the money safe, it's what you deserve. I'll contact you when the shop needs to hire more people. Get some rest."

Click send.

He locked his phone and casually placed it on the bedside table.

The sunlight streamed in through the second-floor glass window, landing on the corner of the quilt, making it feel warm and cozy.

No matter what Su Qing is planning in the hospital now.

From this moment on, no one can take Tuantuan's custody away from him.

Lin Fan put his phone back in his pocket, then turned to look at his daughter, who was fighting with Xiajiao over the corner of the blanket.

"Tuantuan, what do you want to play today? Daddy will play with you." Lin Fan sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled the blanket up for her.

Tuantuan hugged the cat, tilted her head and thought for a moment: "Daddy, I want to see you cut potato shreds. You cut them so fast, it's like magic."

A smile involuntarily crept onto Lin Fan's lips. This little girl, even when she's sick at home, is still preoccupied with the warmth and aroma of cooking in the kitchen.

"Okay, Dad will cut it for you when you get better."

The father and daughter were having a warm chat in the room.

The morning flew by in the sunshine, and before we knew it, it was already past ten o'clock.

After staying up all night, Lin Fan was finally overcome by sleepiness. He leaned back in his chair, his eyelids drooping uncontrollably.

While I was talking to Tuantuan, I suddenly heard a slight door opening downstairs.

Immediately afterwards, Su Xiaoxiao, carrying the chill of early winter, pushed open the unlocked back door and tiptoed upstairs to the second floor.

"Brother Lin, I just went to the nearby market and bought some fresh pork ribs and vegetables." Su Xiaoxiao had two heavy plastic bags in her hands without anyone noticing.

"I'll cook lunch, you don't need to lift a finger. Go get some sleep. Your eyes are so red they're practically bleeding."

Su Xiaoxiao lifted the plastic bag up a little, her eyes full of determination.

Seeing her nose red from the cold, Lin Fan felt a warmth in his heart, swallowed back what he was about to say, and did not refuse again.

Moreover, Lin Fan did indeed feel a deep sense of fatigue.

I was busy from morning till night yesterday, and then spent the whole night in the emergency room. Even the strongest body needs a break.

"Okay. Thank you for your help, Tuantuan, can you take a look for me?"

"Don't worry, I'll paint with her." Su Xiaoxiao put the vegetables aside, moved a small stool to sit on the edge of the bed, and took out the watercolor pens she bought that morning.

Lin Fan stood up, took the vegetables, went downstairs, put them in the kitchen, pulled out the single folding bed from the storage room, and casually grabbed a blanket to cover himself.

He had barely closed his eyes when he fell into a deep sleep.

……

When Lin Fan opened his eyes again, he was awakened by the aroma of stewed meat wafting from the kitchen.

He sat up, rubbed his throbbing temples, and glanced at the clock on the wall.

It was already past one o'clock in the afternoon.

I slept very soundly and didn't even dream. It made up for most of the fatigue from staying up all night in the emergency room last night.

"Brother Lin, you're awake?"

Su Xiaoxiao came out of the kitchen carrying a small stainless steel basin.

Steam rose from the small basin, and the air was filled with the sweet aroma of corn and the meaty fragrance of pork ribs.

"The pork rib soup was just cooked. I added some corn and carrots, skimmed off the oil, and it's very light."

"Thanks a lot."

Lin Fan threw off the blanket, stood up, walked to the sink, turned on the tap, and washed his face with cold water, finally clearing his mind.

He walked to the table, where Su Xiaoxiao had already taken a clean white porcelain bowl and filled it halfway with soup for him.

Two pieces of pork ribs, stewed until they fell off the bone, lay in the clear broth, along with several pieces of golden corn cut into even sizes.

Lin Fan pulled out a chair, sat down, picked up a spoon, and took a sip.

It has to be said that Su Xiaoxiao is very thoughtful. Knowing that Tuantuan is still sick, she blanched the pork ribs to remove the blood foam very thoroughly, and there wasn't even a drop of extra oil in the soup.

The ginger and scallions were also cut into large chunks and removed after stewing to prevent children from accidentally eating them and feeling nauseous while drinking the soup.

The broth was clear and perfectly seasoned, without any excess oiliness. The sweetness of the corn and carrots was fully infused into the broth.

Although these are just ordinary ingredients bought from the market, they certainly can't reach the perfect taste of the system farm, nor do they have any special medicinal effects, but the cooking time is just right.

A sip of hot soup slid down his esophagus into his stomach, dispelling the fatigue and chill he felt after staying up all night, and exuding a very comforting, homey flavor.

Lin Fan drank half a bowl of the soup, put down the spoon, and looked up at Su Xiaoxiao.