Chapter 1309: Little Food Expert

Butler Luther was also very sad. It was not easy to protect Ye Ling from growing up in Paris over the years. With Ye Ling's illness and the European Ye family eyeing him covetously, he spent so much effort to raise Ye Ling.

He was used to swallowing all the hardships alone.

The old gentleman was not a person who complained, nor was he a person who would show off.

Shen Qianshu was completely relieved.

Ye Ling had a low fever again at night, which scared Shen Qianshu so much that he had to stay by his side without taking off his clothes. He had to check the temperature every few minutes, fearing that he would have a high fever again. Ye Ling was always sick and in a heavy mood.

Miss Bai said that there would be a result, and he just had to wait, but he clearly felt that his body was really hollowed out. The wind blew through his heart and even his bones.

He was a person who would not live long.

Now, he was greedy for the world.

He didn't want to die.

Every breath he took was especially cherished. Every time he realized that he and Shen Qianshu spent one more day together, his temper became calmer. Shen Qianshu and Tong Hua's life was not unchanging, but it was always stable. When he was anxious, he would occasionally look back and see their smiling faces, and his anxious mood would slowly calm down.

Zhong Ran had long realized one thing, Ye Ling had not been ill for a long, long time.

The second personality seemed to disappear from his body.

He seemed to have recovered.

Almost everyone in the castle was asleep, but there were still people in the kitchen. They were afraid that someone would cook for them in the middle of the night. When Shen Qianshu went downstairs to make supper, a chef came over and said, "Miss Shen, let me do it."

"Don't bother, go and rest, I'll make something simple for you."

Ye Ling fell asleep without eating much for dinner. He was particularly easy to sleep now, and his body was weak. He had a low fever at night and consumed his physical energy. Shen Qianshu felt very distressed and went downstairs to prepare supper.

She peeled the meat, wrapped it in a coarse cloth bag, and put it in the pot to cook. The chicken soup came out of the coarse cloth bag bit by bit, and it was particularly fragrant. He took out the dumpling skins that the chef had ground, took out the shrimp, corn and cabbage, chopped them all, mixed the sauce, and started to make dumplings. The skins were thin and the fillings were rich. A dozen round dumplings came out of the oven.

When the chicken soup was all yellow, Shen Qianshu threw the dumplings in. This was her unique skill. The dumplings did not fall apart at all. Each one was very good and plump. There was no oil in the chicken soup. After the dumplings were done, she sprinkled a thin layer of pepper and carried them upstairs.

"Sir, I'm making supper. Come and have a taste." Shen Qianshu put the plate on the sofa area in the bedroom, went over to help him over, but her face was flushed.

They seemed to have returned to seven years ago.

She took care of him meticulously.

Ye Ling made a dumpling, which was delicious and unexpected. This was her specialty. Shen Qianshu looked at him with sparkling eyes, "Is it delicious?"

"Delicious." Ye Ling picked up a dumpling and fed it to her. Shen Qianshu took a bite and tasted half of the shrimp. It was so delicious that tears were about to fall. Seeing her eating so happily, Ye Ling couldn't help but feed her another one.

Shen Qianshu ate so happily, but hugged his arm, "Sir, you eat it. I made it specially for you. Drink more soup. I peeled the chicken. It's not greasy at all."

"Yeah, it smells good."

Shen Qianshu leaned against him, feeling very sweet in her heart. Even if such days were repeated every day, she would not feel tired or bored, and her mood was different every time.