Mingyue slowly withdrew her hand, her five fingers playing with the peach blossom petals. Petals lingered at her fingertips, controlled by a stream of air, swirling and dancing.
Suddenly, Mingyue waved her hand, and the petals fluttered down, covering both of them.
Ah Yun jumped up joyfully: "So beautiful, so fun, Sister Mingyue, I want more." She twirled on the spot, lifting her skirt, her laughter clear like silver bells.
Mingyue’s five fingers ford a claw, and the peach blossom petals on the ground suddenly leapt into the air, as if frozen in ti. With a light wave of her fingers, it seed as if a rain of flowers fell from the sky, beautiful and romantic.
Yun Ya tilted her head up, watching the petals falling towards her, covering her hair and skirt. The world beca an ocean of pink, and a slight smile tugged at the corners of her lips.
The girl stood amidst the flower rain, her skirt fluttering gently in the wind. Bathed in sunlight, with features like a painting and a graceful posture, she resembled an elf born of peach blossoms, truly a sight to behold.
Bright are the blossoms of the peach, dazzling in their splendor.
Mingyue took out her phone and captured this mont forever.
But soon, Yun Ya noticed the empty flower basket and, hands on her hips, yelled at Mingyue: "My petals...."
What was originally a beautiful scene was now ruined.
Mingyue coughed, and with a quick turn, made her escape.
Yun Ya stomped her foot in frustration: "It was so hard to pick those, and now they’re all gone."
"Miss, go rest, I’ll pick more."
"How is that acceptable? This is for Great-grandfather, it must be done by my own hands. Never mind, I’ll start over."
On the other side, Mingyue lay on the rooftop, took out her phone, and logged into her Weibo account.
Her Weibo na was "When Will the Moon Be". It sounded cheesy, didn’t it? But she thought it was quite majestic, asking the heavens with a cup of wine in hand.
Initially, she registered on Weibo just for fun. Soon after, as she got more adept with her phone, she started following so news about the young lady and so interesting bloggers to pass the ti, which was quite nice.
She had very few followers, essentially just marketing accounts.
She posted a photo she had just taken. In the photo, a girl in a white dress danced in the flower rain, extraordinarily beautiful and romantic.
The kind of mood captured in that photo was sothing even the most famous photographers couldn’t achieve.
Later, let’s not talk about the sensation this photo caused online. The ID "When Will the Moon Be" beca a sensation as the only blogger with HD private photos of Ji Yunya, rapidly gaining tens of thousands of followers. Mingyue experienced the thrill of going viral.
Soone sent her a private ssage: "What’s your relationship with Ji Yunya?"
She smirked and didn’t respond.
After collecting enough petals, Yun Ya returned to the kitchen, soaked all the petals in salt water, then poured the washed petals and fresh milk into a blender, mixing them into peach blossom milk.
She wore an apron and a hat. There were only her and Ah Yun in the spacious kitchen, and Ah Yun was ordered not to touch anything, just watching with wide eyes.
Although Yun Ya couldn’t cook, making a flower cake was well within her capabilities.
She then poured the whipped peach blossom milk into a milk pot, added pure lotus root starch, and because Great-grandfather had high blood sugar, she replaced sugar with xylitol. She cooked the mixture over low heat until it thickened, stirring continuously to prevent it from burning, and poured it into a container to cool and set before cutting it into pieces.
Then she added clean peach blossom petals for decoration. The pink petals complented the ginger-colored cake, beautiful and mouth-watering.
"Mission accomplished." Yun Ya stretched with a smile.
Ah Yun took a deep breath: "It slls so good, Miss, you’re amazing, you can even make cakes."
Yun Ya arched her eyebrows proudly and divided the cake into four portions—one for Great-grandfather, one for Aunt Zhuang and Uncle Yan, one for herself, and one for Brother Yan.
When Yun Ya delivered the cake to Rongju Garden, the old man was still asleep. She left the cake and went off. Zhuang Xiyue tasted a piece and could not stop praising it.
"I didn’t expect you could make cakes. It’s really good, full of peach blossom fragrance, not sticky, very smooth, almost like jelly."
Yun Ya said with a smile: "I’m glad you like it, Aunt Zhuang."
Zhuang Xiyue held her hand, her face brimming with joy: "You child, you specifically made a cake, you should’ve had the servants do it. Let see your hands, are they rough?"
Yun Ya’s hands were slender, white, and beautiful like works of art, not rough at all from making a cake once.
"Your hands are ant for playing the piano, not for this kind of work. In the future, leave it to the servants. If your hands get calloused, my heart would ache."
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