My Aloof Husband Can't Stop His Devoted Affection-Chapter 385 - 006: Do you have anything to ask?_3

Chapter 385: 006: Do you have anything to ask?_3
I just think, who stays in a hotel and still cooks for themselves!
Isn’t that too strange! She was too embarrassed to say it out loud, but just now, when she was ordering food with the waiter, she asked for three or four dishes in a row, but was told they didn’t have any of them. In the end, she gave up and just asked what the restaurant had, telling them to make it less seasoned before bringing it up. That was when she became more certain about her thoughts this morning.
"Alright, I’m very sorry, Miss Ye, that we couldn’t help you in that regard." The waiter bowed apologetically.
"It’s okay, it’s not something you can control." Ye Lingran smiled, pushed the food cart, closed the door, and went inside.
"What’s up? What’s going on?" Yun Qi had been standing at the door for a while, seeming like he was saying something to the waiter, but he didn’t hear their conversation clearly. He only heard what she said when she came in. Seeing her placing the food on the table, he also got up to help and asked in passing.
"Nothing." Ye Lingran looked up at him and shook her head with a smile. After setting all the food on the table, she continued, "I specifically instructed them to make the taste lighter. Try it and see how it tastes?"
Yun Qi instinctively picked up the chopsticks, but the injury on the back of his hand made it difficult to hold them properly. Seeing this, Ye Lingran handed him a fork and spoon, "Use these! If there’s something you can’t pick up, just let me know, and I’ll help you."
Yun Qi smiled and took them with his left hand, tried a piece of sweet and sour pork, lightly raised an eyebrow, his expression unreadable. Then he picked a piece of fruit cheese baked corn into his mouth, his face slightly stiffened, raised his hand to cover his mouth and lightly coughed. Looking at the other two dishes, he had no appetite; only the sweet and sour pork tasted a little better, the others were too strong, making his mouth feel astringent and unappealing.
"Is the taste not good?" Ye Lingran noticed he didn’t seem to enjoy the food and asked.
"It’s okay, maybe I’m just not feeling well, not much appetite." Yun Qi shook his head and replied with a gentle smile.
Ye Lingran pursed her lips and said nothing more. She picked up the chopsticks to try for herself. In fact, the taste was quite good, possibly because he was feeling ill and therefore a bit picky.
After the meal, Ye Lingran cleared the dishes onto the cart and called the hotel front desk to have someone come over. About five minutes later, a waiter arrived to push the cart away. Before leaving, Ye Lingran asked him to wait a moment, wrote a note on a sticky pad by the door partition, handed it to the waiter, and smiled, "Thank you, don’t need to make too much, once it’s ready, just deliver it to the room next door. I might have to go out in the afternoon."
"Okay." The waiter glanced at the list on the note, smiled and nodded, then left with the cart.
Returning to the living room, she found Yun Qi was not there. Hearing a voice from the bedroom, she looked inside to find him on the phone, talking about work matters. She decided not to disturb him and retreated to the living room, tidied up her pen and computer, checked the time, and then went to the kitchen to prepare warm water for him.
Yun Qi spent about ten minutes on the phone and dealing with business in the bedroom. When he came out, he saw an extra glass on the coffee table, the water in it still steaming, and four or five white and yellow pills placed on a white square note.
"All done?" Ye Lingran came over with a thermometer, saw him come out, and smiled as she asked.
"Mm."
"It’s about time, measure your temperature again, take the medicine, and then take a nap." Ye Lingran walked up to him, handing him the thermometer.
Yun Qi glanced at the thermometer in her hand, not intending to take it, slightly leaned down, and lowered his head, "You do it."
A faint scent of shampoo filled the air, making Ye Lingran’s heart tremble twice. She lightly bit her lips, then raised the thermometer to measure his temperature. It was still thirty-seven point six degrees. Her expression slightly stern, "It’s still not completely down, you should take the medicine and get some sleep. See if you feel better in the afternoon."