After she became blind, she had a flash marriage with a billionaire president!

Fu Sihan really couldn't stand the fumes and choking smells in the kitchen.

So, he came in wearing a mask.

Fu Sihan's pampered hands were now covered with batter.

His brows were furrowed so tightly that they could almost pinch a fly to death!

For the first time in his life, President Fu doubted his life - why did he have to get his hands dirty when cooking?

He would rather suffer than get himself dirty.

But for the little girl, I'd better bear with it.

Fu Sihan ordered in a deep voice: "All of you get out."

The other people in the kitchen originally wanted to stay and help, but no one dared to disobey Mr. Fu's orders.

So everyone retreated.

Lu Yunyao quietly came downstairs and stood behind the stairs. She heard the servants' discussions coming from the kitchen door.

"Sir, be careful of the oil splashing in the pan! Don't burn yourself!"

"Mr. Fu never goes near the kitchen. What happened today? He started working in the kitchen early in the morning and has been busy all morning."

"He seemed to be frying some meatballs. His hands were burned by hot oil several times. It looked scary."

A servant whispered, "I guess Mr. Fu's sudden cooking is probably for his wife."

Lu Yunyao was stunned.

for her?

But if the uncle wanted her to supplement her nutrition, he could just tell the kitchen.

Why cook by yourself?

Lu Yunyao felt a little confused, but more than that, she was deeply moved.

No matter what, it's rare for the uncle to have this kind of heart.

Even if the food the uncle cooks is not delicious, she will pretend that it is delicious and eat it all.

She couldn't let the uncle down.

Thinking of this, Lu Yunyao secretly returned to the bedroom and pretended to sleep.

……

"Dong dong."

There was a knock on the bedroom door, and the uncle's voice came through the door, "Little lazy cat, are you still asleep?"

Lu Yunyao sat up sleepily, "I'm awake, uncle, come in."

She originally wanted to pretend to be asleep, but she waited for a long time but the uncle didn't come to call her.

Before she knew it, she fell asleep again.

The bedroom door was pushed open, and Fu Sihan walked in with his long legs.

"Are you ready to get up?"

Lu Yunyao nodded, "Yeah."

"I'll carry you to wash your face."

Lu Yunyao shyly leaned on the uncle's chest and was carried to the bathroom by him.

"Let's go and eat."

The two came to the dining table, and as soon as Lu Yunyao sat down, a hot pumpkin pancake was stuffed into her mouth.

"Taste this."

Lu Yunyao subconsciously took a bite, and immediately, the rich sweet flavor of pumpkin spread.

This smell made her feel so familiar...

Fu Sihan looked at her expectantly, "How is it? Do you like it?"

There was disbelief in Lu Yunyao's eyes.

She looked at the man sitting opposite her. Although she could only see a vague outline, tears welled up in her eyes involuntarily.

"grandmother……"

This is the taste of my grandma’s cooking in my memory.

Lu Yunyao picked up a pumpkin pie, took a bite, and murmured, "When I was a child, the Mu family treated me very badly. Only my grandparents were kind to me."

"Every time I go to my grandparents' house, my grandma will fry pumpkin pie for me to eat."

"The pumpkin pie my grandma made is the best pumpkin pie in the world! I haven't tasted it in a long time since she and grandpa passed away."

Tears welled up in Lu Yunyao's eyes.

She shed silent tears and savored the sweetness of the pumpkin pie in small sips.

When she was in the Mu family, every time she was abused and bruised all over, it was her grandparents who gave her a touch of warmth and healing.

The sweet smell of pumpkin pie was the only bright spot in her dark childhood.

Fu Sihan wiped the tears from her face with a tissue, "Eat more if you like it. I'll make it for you in the future."

Seeing the nostalgic and happy smile on the little girl's face, Fu Sihan felt that his morning work was not in vain.

Although he was unhappy about getting his hands dirty, it was nothing compared to the little girl's smile.

Lu Yunyao was immersed in warm memories.

As soon as she tasted the familiar pumpkin pie, it was as if her grandmother was still by her side, holding her in her arms, telling her stories kindly, and protecting her as she grew up.

"Uncle, how do you know I want to eat this?"

Fu Sihan wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with his thumb and explained in a low voice:

"You kept talking in your sleep after you fell asleep yesterday."

Lu Yunyao blinked blankly, "Did I talk in my sleep?"

"Well, you said...you missed grandma and wanted to eat the pumpkin pie she made."

The little girl also said that the pumpkin pie made by her grandmother was the best and she had never eaten such delicious cookies outside.

She used to ask her grandmother why the pumpkin pie she made was so fragrant and sweet.

Grandma said, it’s because there is a lot of love in it.

So Fu Sihan wanted to try and see if he could create the feeling in the little girl's heart.

I spent the whole morning trying in the kitchen and fried several large pots of pumpkin pancakes.

Finally, the one that tasted the best was made.

Lu Yunyao lowered her head with emotion and murmured to herself:

"When my grandparents passed away, they didn't know that I was not their biological granddaughter."

They treated her like their own granddaughter and gave her the little warmth she had in her childhood.

Fu Sihan hugged her in his arms with heartache, and gave her courage with his arms.

"Little girl, I am your family forever."

"And our baby, no matter whether he is a boy or a girl, will always love his mother the most."

A long time ago, he had secretly decided to give the little girl a home.

Maybe it started from making exceptions for her again and again, or maybe it started from caring about her a little bit more.

Maybe it started with my repeated heartache for her.

Or maybe, it started from the first time I saw her.

Fu Sileng used to be cold-blooded and indifferent, with only career and interests in his eyes.

It was her appearance that taught him about emotions and also taught him what it felt like to love someone deeply.

Lu Yunyao handed the pumpkin pie in her hand to Fu Sihan's mouth.

"Uncle, you should try it too. This is my favorite flavor when I was a child."

Fu Sihan took a bite of the pumpkin pie from her hand. It was soft, sticky and sweet.

"When my eyesight gets better, I want to visit my grandparents. I want them to know that I am living a happy life now, so that they can feel at ease."

"Okay, I'll go with you then."

Fu Sihan held her hand.

Lu Yunyao felt the uneven wound on the back of his hand and immediately frowned in pain.

"Uncle, are you hurt?"

Fu Sihan smiled nonchalantly, "It's okay, it doesn't hurt."

Lu Yunyao couldn't see, so she could only use her fingertips to touch the wounds on the back of his hands.

I just heard from the servant that the uncle's hand was burned by the splashing hot oil.

The uncle had been pampered since he was a child and never had to cook by himself. But this time, for her, he not only endured his mysophobia and went to the kitchen to fry things, but was also scalded by the hot oil several times.

It was impossible for Lu Yunyao not to be moved.

She held Fu Sihan's hand distressedly and said gently:

"Uncle, let me help you apply the medicine."