Severed ties and living in a dilapidated house? No worries, the poor thing has a space.

They talked about everything, yet they both knew each other's feelings.

Although Fang Yu was not a pedantic person, she had more important things to do and should not be preoccupied with love at this time, as should Xiao Jingqi.

In the guest room, Fu Ju brought hot water to help Yun Xiao wash her face. Fu Ju felt a little guilty and gently massaged her legs, saying, "You've worked hard today."

Yun Xiao smiled gently, but with a hint of meaning: "As long as Miss Fang is alright, my little sacrifice is nothing."

Fu Ju continued to massage her legs to relieve the soreness: "You should rest early later..."

Before Fu Ju could finish speaking, the door to the room was suddenly pushed open, and Fang Xin, holding a soup bowl, stood in the doorway, fully witnessing Fu Ju massaging Yun Xiao's legs.

Fang Xin stood there for a moment, then looked away, her gaze filled with disappointment. She stammered, "I don't know... I won't bother you anymore."

After she finished speaking, she turned and ran outside.

"Two..." Fu Ju's words stopped abruptly when he saw her figure disappear.

Yun Xiao gave him a push: "Brother, don't just stand there, go and see the Second Miss."

Fu Ju hesitated. He knew how good Fang Xin had been to him during this time, and he also knew Fang Xin's feelings for him.

But he is carrying too much on his shoulders now, and he himself is not sure if he might die one day.

After a moment of silence, Fu Ju shook his head and helped Yun Xiao cover herself with the blanket: "You should rest early, I'm going to keep watch."

Watching his departing figure, Yun sighed softly. She understood what her brother was thinking, and perhaps his choice was right.

Fang Xin ran back to her room. She was very angry at first, but then she thought about it and realized that Fu Ju and Yun Xiao both had very difficult backgrounds. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that they were in the same boat.

It's understandable that they appreciate each other. After thinking about it this way, she felt much better and had a better understanding of Fuju.

After seeing Xiao Jingqi off, Fang Yu returned to her room and saw that the candlelight was still on in Fang Xin's room. She asked at the door, "Xin'er, are you asleep?"

Fang Xin, who had been leaning against the door trying to comfort herself, quickly composed herself, opened the door, and casually pulled Fang Yu inside.

The smile at the corner of her eye was natural, even a little expectant. She pulled Fang Yu down to sit before asking, "Sister, do you still have that hidden weapon that could blow up a person's hand?"

Her tone was tinged with excitement, and her eyes were shining, as if to say: Tell me you have it!

Fang Yu touched her forehead with concern: "Xin'er, are you alright?"

"It's nothing!" Fang Yu said seriously, "Sis, give me one of those hidden weapons. If anyone tries to use me to threaten you again, I'll blow them to smithereens!"

"..." Fang Yu pressed her hand down: "Xin'er, this thing is too dangerous and not suitable for you to use. Moreover, if you use it incorrectly, it will also hurt you."

When she hurt herself, Fang Xin subconsciously pictured her hand being blown to pieces. She shook her head violently: "Then I don't want it. If I lose my hand, I won't be able to cook delicious meals anymore."

Fang Yu got up and pulled her to the bedside: "It's getting late, you should rest early."

After confirming that Fang Xin had fallen asleep, Fang Yu left and went to Li's room. Li was fast asleep, but her eyebrows were tightly furrowed.

Fang Yu gently smoothed away Li's brow with her fingertips, tucked the blanket in, and then left.

Back in her room, Fang Yu entered her spatial dimension and saw a pile of green vegetables on the floor, which would soon come in handy.

When Fang Yu woke up in the morning, Fang Xin and Yun Xiao were both gone.

Madam Li brought in a bowl of hot porridge: "Yu'er, you're awake. Have some hot porridge to warm yourself up. The weather is getting colder and colder, so be careful not to catch a cold."

Fang Yu asked, "Where did Xin'er go?"

"She took Yunxiao to the restaurant early in the morning. She also told you not to wake you up so you could rest, so she didn't call you."

Fang Yu was thinking that since she had been up all night, it wouldn't hurt to close the shop for another day.

She then looked at Madam Li and asked, "Mother, do you still remember what happened last night?"

"Last night?" Madam Li paused for a moment, then asked, "What happened last night? I seem to remember dreaming that bad guys broke into our house, but thankfully it was just a dream."

It turned out that Li Shi thought it was just a dream, and Fang Yu was worried that she might be frightened into something serious.

"Then you stay home today, Mother. You were busy all day yesterday. I went to help Xin'er. There are still some vegetables left at home. You can take some to Aunt Jiang later."

Madam Li nodded, about to say something, but then swallowed her words back: "Then don't work too hard today. I'll prepare dinner and wait for you to come back."

Fang Yu walked out of the courtyard, called out the people Xiao Jingqi had secretly left behind, gave them some poison powder, and then said, "I'll leave my mother in your care."

The group of guards bowed and said, "Miss Fang, please rest assured."

The restaurant was closed yesterday, and all the people who wanted to eat mala tang came today. It was still early, not even time to eat yet, but Fang Xin was already busy in the kitchen.

Fang Ling had arrived long ago. After being caught stealing books, Fang Xin was no longer as wary of her as before, and let her go into the kitchen freely.

Fu Ju, perched on the rooftop, watched Fang Xin bustling around the stove through the window. This was his favorite spot because it allowed him to see her perfectly.

Yun Xiao really wanted to help, but given her current situation, helping would only make things worse. She had a feeling that the scars on her face would heal completely after two more applications of the medication.

I opened the window to get some fresh air, and immediately saw my brother on the roof staring intently at the kitchen window.

Although her brother never said anything, she had long noticed that he treated the second young lady differently, especially the way he looked at her—a look that was both gentle and passionate.

Fang Xin looked up and wiped her sweat. In the instant she looked up, she inadvertently saw Fu Zhou on the roof. Fu Zhou happened to be looking at Yun Xiao by the window.

Fang Xin suddenly slowed down his chopping motions. It turned out that he liked that spot because it gave him a better view of Yun Xiao.

Just as Fang Xin's thoughts were wandering, she accidentally cut her finger with the kitchen knife. When she came to her senses, a sharp pain came from her fingertip. Looking down, she saw blood gushing from the wound.

At the same time, the scene before her eyes flashed by, and Fu Ju appeared beside her like a ghost.

His brows were furrowed, and a barely perceptible hint of anger seemed to flicker in his eyes.

He quickly reached out and grabbed Fang Xin's hand, pulling her aside without a word. A moment later, he found a bottle of hemostatic medicine and prepared to bandage her wound.

Although Fu Ju always wore a cold and aloof expression, he was always the first to rush to Fang Xin's side whenever she was hurt. This silent care and protection warmed Fang Xin's heart.

However, just as Fang Xin was gazing at Fu Ju's sharply defined profile, completely absorbed in it, an image suddenly flashed through her mind without warning.

The image of Fu Ju gently massaging Yun Xiao's legs was a sudden and unexpected scene that struck Fang Xin's heart like a heavy hammer.

In an instant, she snapped out of her daze, forcefully pulling her hand back and firmly refusing, "No need, this little injury is nothing, it will heal on its own soon. There are still many customers waiting for their food, we'll be late if we don't hurry! You should go out now!"

After saying that, Fang Xin suppressed the soreness rising in her nose and pushed Fu Zhou out of the kitchen without hesitation.

As she turned away, tears nearly welled up in her eyes, but she took a deep breath, tried to calm herself, and threw herself back into her busy cooking. The joy she derived from cooking became her greatest comfort at that moment.