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Clinging to her last shred of hope, she tentatively asked, "So, what's your name?"

The man thought for a moment, his brows furrowing even more, and finally shook his head: "I don't remember."

Where do you live?

What relatives do you have?

What kind of business does your family run?

You don't remember any of these?

The man clutched his head, his expression gradually turning to pain. His brows furrowed tightly, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. "I...I can't remember...my head hurts so much..."

"Young master, I'll ask you one last time, your wife, that is, your wife..."

Do you remember?

Surely he wouldn't forget his own wife?

To everyone's surprise, the man shook his head and said softly, "Miss... I really can't remember anything."

Tao'er, like a deflated balloon, sat on the table to the side and sighed!

Looks like she really hit the jackpot!

Ayan walked over from the doorway, tugged at Tao'er's sleeve, and whispered, "Sister Tao'er, this uncle might really have forgotten..."

He doesn't seem like he's lying.

Tao'er looked into the man's clear yet pained eyes and sighed inwardly.

Those eyes certainly didn't seem like they could lie.

She surrendered.

"Young master, you should rest and recover first. I'll go make some breakfast."

She stood up. "About you..."

Let me think of another way later.

Her mind was a bit muddled right now, so she decided to make something to eat first to fill her stomach!

After saying that, she pulled Ayan out the door, without even glancing at the man on the bed.

They went down the stairs to the first floor and headed towards the kitchen at the back.

The kitchen wasn't big, and there was some dust on the stove, which showed that it wasn't used often, but fortunately, all the pots, pans, and utensils were still there.

There was a half-bag of flour, a few eggs, and a small handful of green vegetables in the basket next to the cutting board.

Tao looked around and made up her mind.

She still has things in her storage space if all else fails, but she won't use them unless absolutely necessary.

It's always good to be cautious when you're out and about.

"Ayan, come help start the fire, let's make noodles."

"Okay!" Ayan replied cheerfully, squatted down in front of the stove, and skillfully added firewood into it.

Tao tied on an apron, scooped flour into a bowl, added water, and began kneading the dough.

Her movements were swift and efficient, and the dough gradually became smooth in her hands.

While the dough was resting, she washed and cleaned the vegetables and cracked the eggs into a bowl.

Ayan was tending the fire in front of the stove, glancing up at her every now and then, his little face full of seriousness.

Fifteen minutes later, three steaming bowls of poached egg and vegetable noodles were ready.

Snow-white noodles lay in clear soup, with a golden poached egg beside them and a few pieces of green vegetables as garnish, emitting a fragrant aroma.

"Ayan, please go sit in the lobby and wait a moment. I'll bring the noodles out right away."

Tao'er placed the noodles on the tray.

Ayan obediently ran out.

Tao'er carried the tray through the corridor, but stopped in her tracks as soon as she reached the lobby.

That person was actually sitting at the same table as Ayan.

The young nobleman was sitting next to Ayan, wearing a simple coarse cloth robe, but even in such simple clothes, his innate nobility could not be concealed.

His face was still somewhat pale, and he was looking in Ayan's direction.

Ayan chattered away, gesturing with his little hands. He tilted his head slightly, listening attentively with a gentle and patient expression.

Tao'er carried the tray over and placed bowls of noodles on the table.

She looked at the man, her tone tinged with helplessness, "Why did you come down, young master?"

Didn't I tell you not to move around?

Hearing the noise, he looked up, his deep phoenix eyes filled with unease and pleading, like a small animal afraid of being abandoned.

The young nobleman tried to get up, but the movement aggravated his wound, causing him to gasp in pain. "Please forgive me, young lady!"

"I...I was just..."

"Alright, alright, stop moving!"

If I tear the wound open, all my efforts last night will have been for nothing!

Are you out of your mind?

"He was injured like that and he was still running around!"

Tao'er said somewhat angrily, her tone becoming rather harsh!

If it breaks down again, she'll still have to take care of it.

Ayan blinked and whispered, "Sister Tao'er, he came down by himself. I couldn't stop him..."

Tao sighed and carefully examined the uninvited guest.

Unfortunately, he has amnesia.

He's also a troublesome amnesiac.

Tao'er sat down and pushed a bowl of noodles in front of Ayan. "Ayan, are you hungry?"

Eat up, but be careful, it's hot.

Ayan was already hungry, so he took the chopsticks and started eating heartily.

The young nobleman looked at the bowl of noodles in front of him, then at Tao'er, and hesitated to speak.

Tao'er raised an eyebrow: "And you, why did you come down?"

What did you just say?

Tao'er pushed another bowl of noodles in front of him.

"I..." He hesitated for a moment, seemingly unsure how to address himself, "I'm just afraid the young lady will leave."

The girl saved my life, and I haven't had a chance to repay her yet.

If the young lady were to leave like this, I would feel truly guilty.

Tao'er almost choked on her own saliva: "Repay?"

If you don't even remember who you are, how can you repay me?

Alright, let's talk while we eat our noodles!

Yours didn't have chili peppers.

You're injured, you can't eat spicy food.

Tao'er gestured for him to eat the noodles first, pointing to the noodles in front of him.

The young nobleman was stumped by her question, and a hint of embarrassment appeared on his face.

He looked down at the bowl in front of him and lowered his voice: "I... I can work for the girl."

Although I don't remember the past, I still have strength.

I……

They definitely won't eat and stay for free.

His intuition told him that the girl's comment about his follower not returning meant he was either missing or dead.

Although he had amnesia, he could tell from his injuries that they were inflicted by his enemies.

It would definitely be unsafe for him to be alone; perhaps following the siblings would help him avoid being noticed.

His disappearance might actually be a good thing for him.

I'll repay you properly once I regain my memory.

Tao looked at his hands and her first words were: "What beautiful hands! Unlike my hands, which are the chubby kind with dimples."

This young nobleman's hands were long, fair, and with distinct knuckles; they didn't look like someone who did manual labor at all.

But he didn't seem like a pampered young master who had never experienced hardship. His fingertips had thin calluses, as if he had been holding a pen or... a sword for many years.

"Why don't you eat your noodles first? We can talk about this later."

Tao'er spoke up.