Hua Yan also ignored him, engrossed in reading a book she had taken out.
Once all passengers were on board, the plane started its ascent. It was a bit bumpy at this point, but once the flight was steady, you could do whatever you wanted.
Ling Yao was sitting by the window, with Hua Yan right next to him. As the plane took off, he grabbed her hand out of nervousness.
She could feel his anxiety and didn’t shake him off. Only after the plane was stable did she pat his hand: "Are you airsick!"
He didn’t deny it, casually saying ’Hmm,’ then put on an eye mask to sleep, while Hua Yan asked the flight attendant for a blanket, covering him.
Liang An noticed her gesture and couldn’t help praising her: "That’s quite thoughtful."
"I used to get airsick. I got used to it later." As for which of her lives she was airsick in, probably only she knew.
This flight was from Capital to Xiao Shan Airport. Once they reached Hangzhou, the company would have a special car to pick them up. Unlike Hua Yan in the past, who had to take a coach.
Before leaving, Hua Yan had sent a ssage to Zhou Yao. They exchanged WeChat and, knowing she was still in Hengdian, Hua Yan was relieved. By checking Zhou Yao’s posts, she knew her current level was much higher than before, and the celebrities she interacted with were of a higher rank than before.
Since she was an assistant, there was no need to dress up. Hua Yan always donned sportswear wherever she went. Even in cold winter, she prioritized comfortable sportswear, which made her appear low-key.
When they disembarked, they took the VIP lane, which naturally ca with a fee. She didn’t know how much it cost, but if she could relieve others’ burdens, it was a paynt not worth saving. Out of the VIP lane, they directly got into the nanny car dispatched by the company. Only when she got into the car did she feel Ling Yao’s muscles relax completely.
She handed him his thermos: "Have so water?"
Ling Yao took off his mask, took a sip from the cup, shook his head, and handed it back to her: "Are you alright? You look a bit pale."
The assistant had taken the driver’s seat, Liang An sat in the co-driver’s seat, heard this, turned back, and said.
"He’s always like this after airsickness, just ignore him, it’ll be better in a while."
The aftereffects of airsickness are no better than carsickness. Staying silent, not eating, or drinking is mild; there are people who vomit or feel dizzy, each having different symptoms and reactions.
Next was a two-to-three-hour journey. Everyone was tired from rushing, so nobody spoke, Hua Yan included. Before long, she began to nod off, until Liang An woke both of them up by challenging their proximity.
The first thing she did upon waking up was wipe her mouth corner, relieved to find no drool there. Liang An was amused by her small gesture.
"You’re really laid-back, leaning on such a handso guy without feeling anything?"
Hua Yan then rembered Ling Yao, winked at Liang An: "Uncle, I even slept holding him."
Liang An knew what she ant, chuckled with implied aning, while Ling Yao felt a bit teased by the expressions of the young and old.
"Move over, I need rest; call for dinner tonight."
The assistant helped unload their luggage and said to Hua Yan: "I’ve rented you a suite with a kitchen, convenient for you to take care of him."
Hua Yan nodded, "Oh, alright!"
Speaking of having a kitchen, one couldn’t demand too much. It was only ant for simple al preparations.
Once the luggage was moved into the room, Ling Yao was already familiar with going into the room to sleep, while Liang An and the assistant went to their rooms, leaving Hua Yan alone to organize her things, placing Ling Yao’s directly at his door.
Liang An ntioned she only needed to handle Ling Yao’s daily als, not theirs, which greatly reduced her stress.
Considering the day’s chaos, Ling Yao seed not to have eaten much, and due to being carsick, his spirit wasn’t great, so dinner was mainly appetizers.
A big supermarket was nearby. After organizing things, she made a trip to buy daily at and vegetables, stored them in the fridge, and began cooking.
She didn’t use the hotel’s cookware, using her own instead. She placed goji berries, kelp, and ribs into the clay pot, slow-cooking them into soup.
Stead rice in the rice cooker, tiger skin peppers, stir-fried broccoli, sweet and sour pineapple pork, a plate of braised beef she prepared, four dishes, and one soup were ready.
Aware that the one hundred thousand she indeed hadn’t earned in a few days felt rather hot in her hands. Even though Ling Yao hadn’t paid her yet, she didn’t have the nerve to ask. However, if he clears it before school starts, she wouldn’t charge for such a sumr job again. Opening up could be done, but the money must be spent wisely.
It’s said that dogs have a keen sense of sll, and once the al was ready, there was no need to call; he just naturally sat at the dining table.
After this brief rest, his complexion finally improved a bit. His stomach practically empty, he couldn’t afford to care about much, not picky at all. Whatever she cooked, he ate, and finally drank the soup. He burped contently, closed his eyes, and gave her a thumbs up: "Delicious."
"Are you joining the team tomorrow?" Ling Yao nodded: "I’ve finished the makeup and script study before the new year, filming starts after the new year. Tomorrow, I only have one scene; your task is just to bring lunch and dinner. You have the rest of the ti free."
"Great, I’m just about to visit Sister Zhou Yao." As for cooking for him, she always cooked a bit extra. The leftovers were already packed into lunch boxes to be taken directly when needed. This way saved money and effort; wasn’t that great? Otherwise, with just the two of them eating, there’d be leftovers each ti, which didn’t look good. So even before serving on the table, she’d already packed so in boxes.
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