Mama Zhang, who was busy in the kitchen, heard the noise. She wiped her hands on her apron and hurried out.
"Young Master, you're awake."
"Mm." Huo Sihan pulled off the blanket that had somehow been draped over him. His eyes were dull as he answered softly.
Mama Zhang hesitated before asking in a gentle voice, "Young Master, do you... miss Madam?"
When she woke up that morning and was about to head to the kitchen, she suddenly discovered that the tall Young Master was curled up in the corner of the sofa, sleeping deeply with the pillow Madam had once loved most clutched in his arms. He did not even have a blanket over him.
"What?" Huo Sihan had not fully awakened yet, and his reaction was somewhat slow.
Looking at the dispirited Young Master, Mama Zhang sighed inwardly and tried to console him:
"Young Master, Madam will definitely come back. She likes you so much that she would never bear to leave you. Something must have delayed her, so she couldn't return for the time being."
Huo Sihan stared blankly. "She... likes me?"
Why did everyone say that she liked him?
Butler Lu had said so, and Mama Zhang thought the same.
But he had no idea what was good about him, and he had never felt that she liked him.
No, perhaps he had never truly kept her in his heart, so he had never cared about something as unnecessary, in his opinion, as "liking."
"That's right. Madam really likes you. For your sake, she even specially learned to cook from me. When she first started learning, she often burned her hands. I advised her not to push herself so hard, but she refused to listen and insisted on learning."
Mama Zhang sighed again, a hint of