In Lin Qingya's memory, the most delicious thing was the bowl of tomato and egg noodles made by Han Yu with his own hands; although simple, they were very tasty and flavorful.
"Uh..."
Han Yu scratched his head and spoke, "You haven't fully recovered yet, so how about this, I'll go outside and buy a bowl of egg noodles for you to eat for now, and tomorrow morning, I'll make you noodles, okay?"
"No, I want to eat it now!"
Lin Qingya pouted, showing her capricious side, "I'm completely better now. Let's go, we'll leave the hospital and go to the new house, and you can make me noodles!"
"New house? What new house?"
Whether it was because Lin Qingya's actions were too forceful, or for some other reason, Yang Hongxia, who was sleeping on the bed by the side, also woke up. Hearing Lin Qingya mention a new house, she suddenly raised her voice and asked her, "Qingya, did you buy a new house without telling me?"