"What does Second Brother mean?"
Xia Sanghuan was momentarily stunned.
"Yes, the eldest young master probably worried that if the young lady didn't get enough rest, her illness might relapse."
The little annoyance from getting up late was instantly dispelled, replaced by the sweetness of being cared for by her sweetheart.
So, Second Brother was such a considerate person.
She swallowed her complaint and gave Wang Fu an apologetic smile.
"Sorry, Uncle Wang. I was a bit impatient just now."
The butler replied with a beaming smile, "It's okay, Miss Xia. You didn't know the whole story."
Xia Sanghuan called Professor He and apologized profusely as she explained the reason for her lateness.
"Sorry, Professor He. I got up late today, so..."
Professor He on the other end of the phone replied, "Come on, I know you had a fever last night."
"You're usually so dedicated. Taking a little extra rest once in a while is actually a good thing. It'll let you put more energy into your research."
"You don't need to come in today. Just stay home and have a good rest. Recover from your illness."
After saying that, Professor He hung up the phone without giving her a chance to react.
She had originally planned to skip breakfast and go straight to the research lab, then make it up during the lunch break.
Well, now Professor He had directly told her to stay home and rest for a day.
Just as Xia Sanghuan sat down at the table and was about to start her "breakfast", there was a sudden ruckus at the door.
Then came a familiar voice.
"Baby Huanhuan, let big sister take a good look at you!"
She abruptly stood up from her chair and looked towards the door.
Sure enough, it was Third Sister.
Fu Youqing was seen rushing over in high - heels, carrying big and small bags of health products and fruits.
Xia Sanghuan quickly reached out to take the things from Fu Youqing's hands and then held her arm, afraid that she might stumble and fall.
Strangely enough, although Fu Youqing wore sky - high heels every day and ran around, she had never been seen falling.
Was this one of the hidden skills of female celebrities?
Fu Youqing hugged her tightly, her voice filled with worry. "Huanhuan, you scared us half to death, do you know that?"
Xia Sanghuan was completely confused. "Third Sister, what did I do this time?"
Before Fu Youqing could answer, two other voices came over.
"What do you mean what did you do? Isn't it because you had a fever last night?"
"Yes, Huanhuan. We know you're hard - working, but you can't ruin your health for your studies."
Only then did Xia Sanghuan notice that even Fu Lingshi and Fu Moning had come.
Seeing the way her elder brothers and sisters were acting, she felt a bit embarrassed.
"Big Brother, Second Sister, Third Sister, you're all so busy. Why did you all come?"
Fu Lingshi said, "How could we not come? You fainted from the fever last night!"
Hearing what Big Brother said, Xia Sanghuan guessed that Leng Chuanjin must have gone to "tattle" to the Fu family.
She sighed helplessly and comforted the three anxious people in front of her.
"I'm already this old. I'm an adult. I can take care of myself."
Fu Moning put the medicine she was carrying on the table, walked up to Xia Sanghuan, and took her hand.
"Even if you're an adult and can take care of yourself, you're still our precious little sister."
"When our precious little sister is sick, how can we rest easy and just ignore it?"
Fu Youqing also chimed in. "Huanhuan, you don't know. When Leng Chuanjin called and told us you had a fever, I couldn't even continue shooting the magazine cover photo. I just wanted to fly to your side right away!"
"And Dad originally wanted to come too, but since Big Brother got here first and there was a meeting going on in the company, he couldn't come to see you."
Thinking of Fu Zeming's anxious and helpless look, Fu Youqing couldn't hold back her laughter.
Fu Moning raised her hand and flicked her on the head. "What are you laughing at? I'll tell Dad when I get back."
Fu Youqing was so scared that she quickly hugged Second Sister's arm and pleaded, "Sister, be magnanimous. Just pretend you didn't hear it!"
While the two Fu sisters were entangled, Fu Lingshi took the opportunity to walk around to Xia Sanghuan's side and handed her what he was holding.
"Huanhuan, this is chicken soup porridge made by our family chef. When someone in the family was sick with a fever before..."
He hesitated for a moment but still said it.
"... Mom would always make a bowl of chicken soup porridge."
Apart from the video she saw when she first got home, Xia Sanghuan had never seen her mother.
But in the little details of daily life, it seemed as if her mother was always by her side.
She took the thermos from Big Brother's hand.
"Thank you, Big Brother. Thank you... Mom."
Her voice was a bit choked.
Since she had suffered a lot in the countryside since childhood, she wasn't someone who would shed tears easily.
But since coming to Yuntan, whether it was her father, elder brothers, and sisters, or her deceased mother, they had all given her enough and full love.
When confronting those people before, she felt isolated and alone, thinking that nothing had changed.
But now, Xia Sanghuan felt that everything had actually changed long ago.
There were family members behind her who loved her, encouraged her, and warmed her.
They were her eternal support.
"Huanhuan, what's wrong?"
Hearing her choking voice, Fu Lingshi quickly asked.
Xia Sanghuan shook her head and replied, "It's okay, Big Brother. I just have a bit of a sore throat."
"Then you should quickly try what we brought for you. It'll definitely be good for your throat."
Hearing Big Brother's words, she put the thermos on the table. The moment she opened the lid, a warm and fragrant smell wafted over.
Because of the added chicken soup, the porridge was a pale golden color. There were shredded chicken on the surface of the porridge, decorated with wolfberries and red dates. It was very suitable for nourishing someone who had just recovered from a serious illness.
After getting clingy with Fu Moning, Fu Youqing walked over.
"Baby Huanhuan, you should quickly try it. This was made by the three of us just for you."
Xia Sanghuan's eyes widened in surprise after hearing this.
"You made it?"
You should know that the Fu family was one of the four major families, with immense wealth and countless servants in the family.
In such a growing - up environment, when would it ever be the turn of the young masters and young ladies of the Fu family to cook?
Xia Sanghuan was filled with gratitude but also a bit puzzled.
How did her elder brothers and sisters, who never got their fingers wet in the spring water, manage to make a bowl of porridge that looked and smelled so good?
Fu Moning seemed to see through her thoughts and explained, "Since Mother passed away, we haven't had chicken soup porridge for a long time."
"Although the head chefs in our family are all hired according to five - star Michelin standards, no matter how they make it, they can't replicate the taste of Mom's cooking."
"So the three of us learned to make it ourselves. Every time it's a sibling's birthday in the family, we'll make a bowl for the birthday person."
"Although that rascal Fu Kai always just drinks and never helps cook."
After hearing Second Sister's words, she understood.
Her mother had passed away after she was born. For her elder brothers and sisters, their mother's death must have been a huge blow.