In the room.
Nan Yu received a call from Song Yingqing.
On the phone, her voice was tinged with tears as she spoke.
"Xiao Yu, yesterday I got the news that my grandmother suddenly fell seriously ill, and she almost... Although everyone is saying it was Dean Li who saved her, I know that Dean Li actually called you, and it was you who saved my grandmother."
"After cutting ties with the Song family, the one I couldn’t bear to leave behind was my grandmother. When I was in despair, she fully supported me and even took the initiative to help me leave the Song family. Fearing that I might return, she never dared to contact me."
"I secretly went to visit her at the hospital and found out she’s in better spirits than before, all thanks to you."
"Xiao Yu, I really thank you!"
Imagining Song Yingqing crying with gratitude, Nan Yu’s heart softened, and she offered comfort.
"Yingqing, about your grandmother, she’s okay now, so you don’t have to worry too much. As for the thanks, there’s no need for such formality between us."
Song Yingqing’s voice was hoarse, "Xiao Yu, you’re really too good, I will follow you for my whole life."
Nan Yu was amused and chatted with her for a while.
Suddenly spotting the invitation in her hand, she put on a serious expression.
"Oh right, Yingqing, I’ve already received the invitation to the Song family’s banquet. You don’t have to go back to the Song family’s place anymore."
Song Yingqing guessed that it was probably her grandmother who gave the invitation to Nan Yu and said, "Later I’ll give you a number, after you go to the Song family on Saturday, I’ll have her arrange a meeting with Nan Zhuoyuan for you."
Nan Yu’s lips curled into a relaxed smile, "Okay."
After hanging up the phone, there was a knock on the door from outside.
Nan Yu turned around, "Come in."
The next second, the door opened, and Nanny Wang stood at the threshold, followed by two servants carrying dishes.
Seeing her standing in the middle of the room, feeling the breeze from the balcony, Nanny Wang immediately came up nervously to pull her and made her sit on the bed.
Then she closed the balcony doors, "Young Madam, you haven’t fully recovered yet. You need to lie down and rest properly; you can’t be catching a cold from the breeze."
Lying on the bed, Nan Yu said helplessly, "I’m not that delicate."
Nanny Wang set a small table on the bed and then placed each of the prepared dishes on it, one by one.
"Young Madam, no matter how you were before, now that we are here to take care of you, you should just comfortably be a delicate Young Madam."
Pointing to the dishes on the table, she said, "These are all my specialties. Take a look at what you like best, and I’ll make more for you in the future."
Nan Yu looked at the table full of dishes, both meat and vegetarian, all fragrant and beautiful, presented as well as a six-star chef could have done.
She said in amazement, "Nanny Wang, were you a head chef at a six-star restaurant before?"
Feeling sweet inside, Nanny Wang laughed and said, "Young Madam, you jest. How could I be a head chef? The Young Master has been picky since he was a child; if the food isn’t delicious, he won’t touch it. In order to get him to eat, I had to specifically study cooking skills to reluctantly get him to take a bite."
"Young Madam, you should try it and see if you like it?"
Curious, Nan Yu tasted the soup, and her eyes lit up.
The soup was fresh, sweet, and delicious, as if massaging her taste buds, making her unable to resist taking one sip after another.
She tasted the other dishes, and each one was exquisitely delicious.
"Nanny Wang, if you started a restaurant, you’d have outperformed all the six-star chefs and become the King of Cooking by now."
Nanny Wang just smiled, "Young Madam, you flatter me too much. I am merely a nanny who knows how to cook home meals."
Suddenly, a commotion from downstairs interrupted their conversation.
Nan Yu turned to look in the direction of the door.
A dark figure appeared, rushing toward her like a mad person.