Chapter 6: What? The Male Lead Has Amnesia?

After she became an adult, her parents transferred the family’s restaurant businesses into her name.

But Wen Nian had never been very ambitious, nor was she the type of career-driven woman.

Besides, the family wasn’t short of money.

The revenue from just the several restaurants under her name was enough for her to splurge.

As long as she had enough money, she was satisfied.

She didn’t have big goals — she liked spending her days tending flowers, cooking, petting cats, and walking dogs.

When she was in the mood, she would go to a club and invite some handsome guys just for fun.

She only used the spirit milk to improve one of the tea restaurants.

That was simply because she loved tea snacks and disliked the mediocre texture of the pastries there.

Unexpectedly, that tea restaurant became wildly popular overnight.

It was packed with customers every day; the queues nearly stretched all the way to the Huangpu River.

Some customers even cried and begged her to open branches.

She ignored them all.

Since only a small bottle of spirit milk was produced daily, and she needed some for her skincare and beauty routines, only the leftover amount was used for the pastries in the tea restaurant.

Whether or not you could buy any depended purely on luck.

Unfortunately, nowadays, even the owner herself couldn’t get those ingredients.

Such materials simply didn’t exist in this era.

If only she had known she’d end up transmigrating into this kind of historical novel, she would have stocked up more.

Although her space was small, it preserved things perfectly — whatever she put in came out exactly the same.

The two of them were chatting quite pleasantly.

The Lu family didn’t lack adopted daughters but did lack a housekeeper.

However, this girl’s father owed a favor to Lu Binghuai.

She absolutely couldn’t ask for the housekeeper position for her, or Lu Binghuai would definitely blame her.

If this girl wanted to stay with the Lu family, it could only be as an adopted daughter.

At her age and position, she had met plenty of people.

From all walks of life — she could tell at a glance when someone had hidden motives.

This young girl was delicate and charming, dressed fashionably and stylishly.

But her eyes were clear and transparent, not the kind to hide ulterior motives.

Could there be some secret?

Were her foster parents treating her badly?

When this girl talked about cooking, she spoke confidently and thoroughly.

Lin Siyun wasn’t sure yet if she really had the skills.

But at least, she seemed knowledgeable and well-read.

She could recite recipes fluently, even mentioning dishes Lin hadn’t heard of before.

The Lu family really did need someone who could cook well.

Although the family didn’t crave rich flavors, the food had to at least be tasty.

None of the housekeepers introduced before were suitable.

Most had poor cooking skills, cycling through the same few home-style dishes over and over.

Not just eating, Lin was even tired of looking at the food.

If Wen Nian’s cooking passed muster, they might consider letting her stay.

Thinking this, Lin Siyun pushed up her glasses.

“Just right. Han Zheng got injured on a mission yesterday. Wen, you make a soup. We’ll take it to the hospital later.”

Cooking skills were the real test.

Wen Nian was stunned — the male lead got injured?

Was that in the story?

Why didn’t she remember it!

Her fault — she had been too busy criticizing the book’s supporting female character.

She had skimmed the book carelessly; if she’d known she’d transmigrate into it, she would have finished reading it properly.

Wen Nian obediently nodded.

“Got it, Regiment Commander Lin. Is Lu’s injury serious? Any dietary restrictions?”

As long as she got the chance, she would make a perfect job of it.

Lin Siyun smiled.

“You can just call me Aunt Lin. As for the diet, no spicy food for now.”

She paused, then added,

“He suffered a blow to the head and has a mild concussion. The doctor recommends nourishing soups to improve brain function and mental alertness to help his recovery.”

Wen Nian detected something unusual and cautiously asked, “Is it amnesia?”

Lin Siyun was momentarily stunned, surprised by Wen Nian’s sharpness and intelligence.

She neither confirmed nor denied it, instead giving a meaningful explanation:

“He can’t remember people or things from before very clearly. The doctor said it will gradually recover.”

Wen Nian couldn’t help but smile, her grin almost stretching to her ears.

Amnesia was great!

Amnesia was wonderful!

It was like being handed a pillow just as she was about to fall asleep — perfectly timed!

Lin Siyun looked at her with puzzlement. Hearing that Lu Hanzheng had amnesia, how could she be so happy?

Realizing she’d overstepped, Wen Nian quickly wiped the smile off her face.

“Is there fish at home? I’ll make a fish-head soup.”

In the hospital ward, the man lying on the bed had a high, straight nose, sharp features, and a clear jawline.

Even asleep, he exuded a stern, resolute aura.

Seeing Lin Siyun, the guard standing by the ward gave a military salute.

“Regiment Commander Lin.”

Lin Siyun glanced at the hospital bed.

“Hmm, is Hanzheng feeling better?”

The guard replied in detail,

“Much better. Although the commander still can’t recall past events, he’s much more conscious.”

Lin Siyun nodded and took the opportunity to delegate.

“Alright, thank you for your hard work, Private Zhao. This is Wen Nian — from now on, have her prepare Hanzheng’s nutritious meals.”

Wen Nian smiled politely at the guard.

Zhao Ping blushed deeply after catching her glance; his heart pounded, and he stammered nervously,

“N-not hard work at all. Taking care of the commander is my duty.”

Lin Siyun nodded and told Wen Nian to sit for a while.

She herself went to the director’s office to inquire about Lu Hanzheng’s condition.

Wen Nian cast a quick glance at the still-sleeping man but didn’t look closely.

Instead, her attention landed on the awkward guard. She smiled and greeted him.

“What’s your name? Are you a soldier under Commander Lu?”

The guard was a little nervous — he didn’t expect such a fairy-like female soldier to talk to him.

“Hello, I-I’m Zhao Hua, a logistics soldier for the Lu regiment.”

Wen Nian smiled softly, gently initiating conversation.

Without showing it, she began trying to get closer.

“Oh? How long have you been by Commander Lu’s side?”

Zhao Hua looked at the gentle, pretty little fairy before him, unsure where to put his nervous hands.

“I’ve been with the commander since I joined the military camp.”

Wen Nian raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, then can you tell me more about the commander’s situation? I want to understand him better.”

Zhao Hua felt a little troubled and scratched his head.

Wen Nian immediately caught on and switched tactics to coax him patiently.

“I’m his nutritionist now, so I need to learn about his past and preferences to take better care of him. Just tell me about his situation — everyone knows that kind of stuff, right? It shouldn’t violate any military confidentiality agreements!”

When away from home, identities are self-assigned anyway.

Besides, Lin Siyun hadn’t introduced her in detail.

“Just tell me what you can. I’ve admired Commander Lu for a long time, especially his heroic deeds!”

Mentioning that, Zhao Hua relaxed. No one knew the commander’s situation better than him.

Seeing Wen Nian’s eager and admiring expression, Zhao Hua straightened his back.

Though he didn’t know what a nutritionist was exactly, he figured it was probably similar to a doctor.

Being brought here by Lin Siyun meant her identity was at least legitimate.

He was still nervous around the beautiful woman but no longer stammered.

From when Lu Hanzheng first joined the reconnaissance camp to becoming the regiment commander of the 18th regiment, Zhao Hua enthusiastically recounted how their commander had fought bravely against enemy spies.

“Aunt Lin, you’re here.”

A low, husky voice came from behind, still slightly hoarse from just waking up, making Wen Nian’s eardrums tingle.

She wasn’t only attracted to faces but also to voices — especially deep, powerful ones like this — utterly irresistible.

Just hearing that voice made her want to flirt.