Chapter 30 A Very Kind Aunt (2/2)

"I just love looking at you because there's nothing on your face."

Lin Han: ...This auntie is so strange.

She went to the service desk and borrowed a bottle of safflower oil from the staff. Qin Shuman's ankle was swollen badly and she needed to apply some medicine.

"Auntie, lie down on the bed, I'll rub some safflower oil on you."

Qin Shuman replied with a smile, "Okay, my surname is Qin, you can just call me Aunt Qin. Calling me Auntie is too formal. I feel like we've known each other forever. I've always dreamed of having such a cute daughter like you."

Lin Han felt that Aunt Qin was the second person, after Liu Jiang, who was so enthusiastic that he was willing to risk his life.

However, perhaps because both she and the original owner had no mothers since childhood, they had a special fondness and dependence on women of their mother's age.

"Aunt Qin, your ankle is quite swollen, it may take several days to heal. I'll apply some medicine for you first. After you get home, try to rest in bed as much as possible and walk less. Applying more medicine will help it heal faster."

"Okay, I'll do whatever you say."

Lin Han poured the safflower oil into her palm, then gently rubbed it onto Qin Shuman's ankle until the swollen skin felt warm.

After applying the medicine, Lin Han wet a towel with cool water and applied it to her skin as an ice pack. It was hard to find ice here, so this was the only way to treat her.

After doing all that, Lin Han realized she hadn't eaten dinner yet.

"Aunt Qin, you haven't had dinner either, have you? I'll go downstairs and borrow their kitchen to cook two bowls of noodles."

Qin Shuman noticed that Lin Han's hands were fair and delicate, suggesting that she probably didn't do housework often.

"No need to trouble yourself. The guesthouse should have someone to cook. Just pay them to cook."

My leg is injured, otherwise I would definitely let you try my cooking.

"Once my foot is healed, I'll make you some hand-pulled noodles myself."

Then he took two yuan out of his bag and gave it to Lin Han, asking her to go downstairs and buy noodles.

Lin Han tried to refuse, but couldn't persuade Qin Shuman otherwise, so she had to accept the money.

At this time of day, the guesthouse kitchen was almost out of food, and it was too raining heavily to go out and buy anything.

So the staff only served Lin Han two bowls of plain noodles with two poached eggs on top.

"Thank you, here's the money."

Before anyone could see, Lin Han took out chicken legs, beef, and shredded egg pancakes from her spatial storage and scooped a small amount of meat sauce onto the noodles.

The white noodles suddenly looked much more luxurious.

"Aunt Qin, dinner is ready."

Qin Shuman was pleasantly surprised when she saw the noodles in Lin Han's hand.

"The food at the city guesthouse is that good?"

Lin Han nodded, "Because you gave us a lot of money, the kitchen specially added meat for us."

Qin Shuman slowly got up and sat down at the table.

While Lin Han got up to pour water, he put all the beef from his bowl into hers.

This girl is too thin; she needs to eat more meat to make up for it.

After Lin Han finished pouring the water, she continued eating the noodles in her bowl as if nothing had happened, afraid that her little actions would be discovered.

"Can I call you Hanhan? Hanhan is so cute, it sounds like the name of a pretty girl."

Lin Han took a sip of noodles and almost choked. "Okay."

She was still not used to someone being so enthusiastic after only meeting for two hours. People in Qingzhou seemed to be more... warm-up than those in Shanghai.

That night, Qin Shuman had that recurring dream again. This time, the little girl's face gradually became clearer, slowly merging with Lin Han's features...