Rebirth in 1986: Unforgettable Regrets

Chapter 1319: Chapter 1319: You Can Cook Noodles?

Hungry.

Wen Yun took a shower and usually fell asleep the moment she hit the pillow, but with her stomach empty, she tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

Since her mother left, Wen Yun’s meals had been irregular, and she developed stomach pain because of it. If she went to bed late, she had to eat something, or else her stomach felt unbearably hungry.

She was already exhausted from working overtime today, but when she got home, she couldn’t eat the bread she had saved for herself, and now her whole body felt uncomfortable, her stomach especially.

She rolled back and forth in bed.

’Knock knock.’

The door suddenly knocked, and Wen Yun, who was feeling unwell, was startled.

"Wen Yun, are you feeling unwell?"

Passing by Wen Yun’s room on his way back, Meng Yanzhi felt he heard faint noises from inside, and felt as if Wen Yun might be in discomfort.

"No."

Wen Yun replied weakly, adding in her heart: Because I’m hungry.

Meng Yanzhi still couldn’t shake his concern upon hearing her reply, as her voice sounded weak.

He said, "I’m coming in."

Meng Yanzhi tried the door, but found it wouldn’t turn; it must be locked from the inside.

"What’s going on?"

Thinking Meng Yanzhi had something to do, Wen Yun struggled to open the door, completely forgetting the earlier awkwardness.

"Why do you look so pale?"

Upon seeing Wen Yun, Meng Yanzhi noticed her face was incredibly pale, without a hint of color.

"No."

Wen Yun shook her head, leaning against the door, asked, "Do you need something?"

"You’re not looking well. I’ll call a doctor for you." Meng Yanzhi felt she was just trying to hold on, so he pulled out his phone to call the family doctor.

Yet, before he made the call, Wen Yun snatched the phone away.

"Don’t call, I’m really okay, just hungry, unbearably hungry."

Wen Yun hurriedly snatched his phone, disregarding her embarrassment.

Meng Yanzhi: "..."

Fifteen minutes later.

Wen Yun looked at the appealing bowl of egg noodles and couldn’t help but glance at Meng Yanzhi, then at the noodles, seemingly wondering how he could cook noodles.

"Didn’t you say you were starving? Hurry and eat."

Meng Yanzhi wiped his hands clean and sat down across from her.

Wen Yun didn’t nitpick; under the circumstances of being so hungry, having a bowl of steaming egg noodles was happiness in itself.

Perhaps it was her illusion, but this bowl of egg noodles tasted exceptionally good, so much so that Wen Yun drank all the soup.

"Delicious."

Wen Yun patted her warm belly, feeling her stomach all cozy and full, all her discomfort gone as if it disappeared in an instant, now brimming with energy.

"Of course, I made it myself, how could it not be good?" Meng Yanzhi said coolly, looking proud.

"Impressive."

Wen Yun continued to praise, "I didn’t expect you could cook such delicious noodles."

"Hmm."

Meng Yanzhi had also eaten a big bowl of noodles, looking at the uncleaned bowls and chopsticks.

Wen Yun immediately got up, saying, "You made the noodles, I’ll wash the bowls."

After Wen Yun finished washing the bowls and came out, Meng Yanzhi was still sitting in the living room. Wen Yun pondered whether Meng Yanzhi had something else to say. As she passed through the living room, she casually greeted him before returning to her room to rest.

Meng Yanzhi sat in the empty living room, watching Wen Yun’s departing figure, silently wondering if, as a couple who hadn’t seen each other for half a year, there was really nothing to talk about.

...

The next day, when Meng Yanzhi woke up, he waited for Wen Yun. But when he got to the living room, he found a note left on the dining table.

"Thank you for the noodles last night. I made porridge, it’s in the rice cooker."

A line of delicate handwriting, followed by a smiley face.

Who needs porridge?

Meng Yanzhi tucked the note into his pocket, his feet unconsciously heading towards the kitchen.

In the rice cooker, there was plain porridge, with a dish of pickled vegetables beside it?

Though Meng Yanzhi said he wouldn’t eat, he automatically served himself porridge. With the pickled vegetables, the porridge tasted pretty good.

Night.

"Mr. Meng, where to?" The assistant asked as he drove.

"Huayuan Small Building."

Meng Yanzhi replied, pondering: Didn’t Grandpa want him to come home?

He would go home; now Grandpa would surely not be upset?

When he arrived home at eight o’clock, the house at Huayuan Small Building was dark. He furrowed his brows and asked, "What time does she get off work?"

"Uh... "

The assistant looked blankly at Meng Yanzhi, completely missing who he was referring to.

"Wen Yun." Meng Yanzhi impatiently mentioned her name again.

"Madam likely has to work overtime."

The assistant wasn’t quite sure either.

Meng Yanzhi pursed his lips and said nothing, and after returning home gave instructions, "Send over some food in a bit."

The assistant nodded in agreement, wanting to ask what to send, but Meng Yanzhi had already gone upstairs, leaving the assistant in a dilemma. Finally, he remembered Meng Yanzhi’s usual favorites and ordered a bunch.

Soon, the food was delivered from restaurants Meng Yanzhi frequented, the aroma wafting through.

When Meng Yanzhi saw this, he couldn’t help but twitch his mouth: "Did I not eat dinner tonight?"

Seeing this, the assistant realized he ordered the wrong thing and quickly said, "Mr. Meng, what if I get something else?"

"No need."

Meng Yanzhi glanced at the dishes. Though they were meals, they were suitable for night and could be eaten as a late-night snack.

Especially that plate of stir-fried noodles; it tasted quite nice, with just the right amount of chili for him.

Ten o’clock.

When Wen Yun returned, she saw Meng Yanzhi sitting in the dining room, preparing to eat.

"Would you like some?"

Meng Yanzhi glanced at her, offering.

"Sure."

Wen Yun was hungry, looking at the aromatic, steaming dishes, her mouth watered instantly. As she ate, she asked, "You’re not so busy that you haven’t eaten dinner by this time, right?"

"Yeah."

Meng Yanzhi replied vaguely.

Wen Yun thought it was true and immediately said, "Your dinner timing is too irregular; you need to eat three regular meals a day, or else, you’ll know how uncomfortable stomach problems are..."

After speaking, Wen Yun belatedly realized she wasn’t talking with a friend but with her nominal husband.

Wen Yun paused for a moment and quickly added, "Well, I’m a nurse, perhaps I often say things like that."

"I have three regular meals, but you, on the other hand, feel uncomfortable when hungry at night; what’s wrong with you?" Meng Yanzhi retorted, "As a nurse, why do you frequently finish work so late?"

"Because I’ve been..." hungry since childhood.

Wen Yun’s latter part of the sentence faded out automatically. She changed her response, "Recently, the department’s been too busy, so I’ve been working overtime. But starting tomorrow, I’ll have a normal shift rotation."