The Zhu family has a daughter 044 with a familiar air about her
When Yuan Yi woke up, the sky was already dark, and a brocade quilt had been covered on her body. The sound of the bamboo curtain outside was quiet, with only the faint whispers of Su Mei and Xiang Mei.
"Come in." A sleepy voice drifted languidly from the inner room, low and husky, with a drawling tone that carried a gentle cadence, like white feathers lightly brushing against the heart, trembling.
Two people lifted the bamboo curtain, and after a few steps across the carved wooden screen with shell inlays and a light misty water painting embroidered screen, they saw a woman lying sideways on the imperial couch. Her smooth black hair cascaded down to cover half of her body, the candlelight flickered dimly, and the incense wafted gently, exuding an indescribable beauty that was captivating.
After washing up, Su Mei brought the meal box and placed it on a small table with a plum blossom pattern, arranging the steaming dishes one by one. "Miss has been sleeping all day, she must be hungry," she said. "I asked the kitchen to leave some light food, I don't know if it suits Miss's appetite."
At first glance, the dishes were exquisite: mountain yam and lean pork congee, shrimp and egg drop soup, honey glazed ribs, fragrant and rich crucian carp tofu soup. The colors were bright and clear, the aroma was strong and enticing, making her mouth water and stomach growl with hunger. "Not bad, just looking at it is appetizing, Lan Mei is getting more and more skilled."
Lanmei's face turned bright red as she praised her, and she awkwardly twisted her body. Sumei's eyes also showed a hint of a smile, and their gazes met unintentionally, both letting out a sigh of relief.
The girl slept for a whole day after sending her daughter-in-law back, which scared them badly. Now that she can joke with people, it seems that her mood has improved a lot.
The original intention was indeed not a self-pitying person, but just temporarily depressed, and after sleeping for a while, he adjusted himself, after all, life has to go on, and there won't be any change due to sentimentality.
Xiao Heng appeared when Yuan Yi was admiring the moon, suddenly popping out from under the window with a head, scaring her so much that she almost choked, and the inkstone in her hand was only a finger's distance away from his forehead.
He was also startled by her swift and fierce movement, seeing the anger in her eyes, he couldn't help but touch his nose awkwardly, and chuckled: "Yi'er don't be angry, I just wanted to give you a surprise."
Yuanyi was too lazy to pursue Xiao Heng's unscientific appearance, and when he called her name with his nose upturned, she only slightly averted her eyes, saying indifferently: "No surprise, but quite a fright. What are you doing here again tonight?" Rarely quiet for a while, why the old attitude is back again.
Xiao Heng heard this and a smile flashed in his peach blossom eyes. He put on a serious face, leaned forward to Yuan Yi's face, and asked: "Yi'er, don't you think that I, your grandfather, have become much more handsome?"
She didn't know what he was up to again, but still cooperated by taking out a silk handkerchief and placing it under her index finger. She ignored his resentful gaze, lifted his chin, looked left and right, and touched him again. His face was the same as before, except that it looked particularly pale and tender. So she nodded in approval, "Your skin is not bad, it feels quite comfortable to touch."
She suddenly had an epiphany and remembered the last time she teased him, this guy hastily came up to her, wasn't he just waiting for these words? Taking a closer look, she indeed saw a hint of complacency flashing in his flirtatious eyes, Yuan Yi's heart was instantly filled with mixed emotions, with an expression as if struck by lightning.
"Xiao from afar, what skincare products are you using?"
"Jade hairpin welcomes the butterfly powder." As soon as the words fell, Xiao Heng covered his mouth with both hands, widened his eyes and stared at Yuan Yi, blinking repeatedly.
Her expression was flat as she casually said, "Good taste. By the way, I missed out on buying Yu Chui's Welcoming Butterfly Powder this month, if you have any leftovers, send me a box next time."
Xiao Heng had already put down his hand and upon hearing this, he mechanically nodded his head, his face stiff as he responded with a single word: "Good."
The evening wind blows coolly, the flowers and grass rustle, the bright moonlight is clear and cold, but there's an inexplicable chill and desolation.
