Xia Xin stared blankly at him walking out, then looked at Jiangli beside the bed.
His mind was filled with one thought.
What happened between the ancestor and President Fu today? Why did things progress so quickly between them?
Seeing Jiangli sleeping soundly, Xia Xin swallowed all his complaints back and quietly stepped out, closing the door to let Jiangli rest well.
When Xia Xin came out, Fu Shiyan had already left without a trace.
Only Fu’er was following behind him.
Fu’er saw Xia Xin and pointed towards the door, "President Fu just went out. How’s the ancestor?"
Xia Xin scratched his head, "Not sure, seems like she’s just sleeping. Anyway, it’s good that the ancestor can sleep now."
Ever since they returned from Jade Mountain, Xia Xin had been on edge, always feeling that Jiangli’s condition was very bad.
If Jiangli could get a good rest, it would be a good thing.
Fu’er wasn’t worried about Jiangli at all, and said comfortingly, "It’s fine. The ancestor is back, so everything should be okay. Don’t worry. It’s getting late, and you haven’t had dinner yet; go eat something."
Xia Xin had been uneasy the whole day, skipping both lunch and dinner.
Hearing Fu’er’s words, he nodded, glanced back at Jiangli’s meditation room, and then turned towards the kitchen to prepare some instant noodles for himself.
Fu’er followed behind Xia Xin, chatting with him along the way.
Just as Xia Xin finished making his instant noodles, listening to Fu’er’s chatter, it seemed like Jiaoyang Temple had indeed become more lively.
He relaxed and started complaining to Fu’er, "You talk too much. Isn’t it just entertaining some pilgrims? You should be quite familiar with this work, why are you still complaining?"
Fu’er snorted, "Familiarity doesn’t mean anyone would want to do it every day, it’s exhausting."
"Is it very exhausting?"
Before Fu’er could finish, Jiangli’s voice suddenly sounded from the doorway.
Both Fu’er and Xia Xin turned sharply to see Jiangli, who had woken up at some point and was standing at the kitchen door.
Xia Xin quickly walked over, "Ancestor, when did you wake up?"
Jiangli rubbed her temples, seeming a bit headachey, "Just now—"
Before she could finish, she spotted the instant noodles on the table beside her and quickly walked over.
She reached the table and picked up the noodles, "Smells so good, can I eat this now?"
Xia Xin was momentarily stunned and asked, "Ancestor, are you hungry? Didn’t President Fu take you out for some delicacies?"
Jiangli choked on her words.
She remembered that right after they went out today, she had fallen asleep in the car.
For some reason, being with Fu Shiyan made her feel at ease, allowed her to relax, and have a good rest.
She never expected to sleep an entire day.
Eating... definitely didn’t happen.
She had just woken up catching a whiff of the delicious smell.
But these words, Jiangli was too embarrassed to say aloud.
Jiangli coughed and responded dismissively, "I just didn’t eat well, so I still want to eat, can’t I?"
Xia Xin naturally didn’t dare to refuse, "Of course you can. Ancestor, eat as much as you like."
Jiangli pointed at the noodles in her hand, "Can I eat this now?"
"Just made them, need to wait a few more minutes," Xia Xin immediately replied, "Right, if you want to eat, I’ll add a sausage and fry an egg for you, okay?"
Jiangli’s eyes lit up at once, "Sure, hurry up and do it then!"
Seeing Jiangli back to her old self, Xia Xin was quite pleased and promptly went to prepare more food for Jiangli, along with another cup of instant noodles for himself.
Moments later, Jiangli and Xia Xin, each holding a cup of noodles, sat in the side hall, digging in heartily.