The man’s cool voice, unexpectedly touched with indulgence: "Drink less, just a little taste."
Qin Xin had Xiangxiang send so dishes to Xiao Bailu next door, who politely returned a few dishes as well.
Qin Xin seized the opportunity and picked up so dishes Xiao Bailu made, handing them to the man: "Master, how do they taste?"
The man casually tasted a bite: "Just average."
Qin Xin: "..."
She thought Xiao Bailu’s cooking skills were on par with Xiangxiang’s, the kind of girl she wanted to marry ho, and yet Master said it was just average?
Master, with standards this high, what’s going to happen in the future?
After the third round of drinks, Xiangxiang’s face was flushed, curled up on the sofa, dozing off.
Qin Xin, full of enthusiasm: "Master, after chilling the peach blossom brew, it’s even tastier with grilled toast persimmon cakes. Have you ever tried it?"
The man: "No."
What a bizarre combination.
Not only never eaten, but never even heard of it.
Is this little one drunk too?
Qin Xin: "Xiangxiang’s dishes are delicious, extrely delicious, but too refined. I feel like drinking is better paired with flavors that are simple and straightforward, just like when I often..."
She wanted to say, when racing, she couldn’t afford to have als, often grilled a slice of toast with persimmon cakes, and once took a sip of chilled peach wine, these combinations were simply amazing.
Later, when she was guiding Zhou Yu in racing, she made Zhou Yu prepare this every ti.
Drinking while training Zhou Yu and occasionally stepping in to demonstrate... it was incredibly exciting.
This was also the only thing she could make despite her poor culinary skills.
But realizing she almost slipped up, she quickly changed words: "...often made for stray animals."
The man: "..."
Seems she considers him a stray cat or dog!
True to her word, Qin Xin got up and went to the kitchen to look for ingredients.
Unfortunately, in the countryside, although there were ready-made persimmon cakes, there was no "toast" nor a toaster.
There was, however, a plain bun left over from yesterday.
Qin Xin thought a bit, didn’t mind much, simply sliced the plain bun, then sandwiched it with persimmon cakes and grilled them over the fire.
From the fridge, she found a rare packet of salty, fragrant cheese blocks.
Added them in.
"Master, no toast persimmon cakes, I made bun cheese persimmons for you. Co on, try it!" She held a freshly grilled piece, afraid it would fall apart on the plate, she directly reached in through the curtain, handing it to Master Tuantuan.
The man hesitated.
After a few seconds of silence, he stretched over his slender arm, gently, carefully, took it.
Throughout the process, very careful not to touch her hand, bit by bit.
Qin Xin pursed her lips, boldly said: "Master, you really abide by the rule of no contact between n and won. You’re so careful about even a hand touch, doesn’t living like this tire you out?"
The man’s face stiffened.
The mask even moved a bit.
After a while, he said stiffly: "Except for spouses, n and won should not cross boundaries. It’s the basic conduct."
Oh my, in this day and age there’s still a man who won’t touch a woman unless she’s his wife, even just a touch?
Too rare, really?
Qin Xin, amazed yet with so admiration: "Alright, alright, I won’t touch you in the future then. Actually, although you’re a beautiful master, to you’re like a senior, I won’t have any improper thoughts about you..."
Qin Xin sincerely spoke.
The man’s expression seed to soften slightly, slowly said: "Glad you understand."
Yet the next mont, Qin Xin’s words made his expression serious again—
"Actually, Master, let tell you a little secret, recently I t a pretty nice guy, quite gentlemanly. Sotis, he’s like a lofty flower that’s hard to approach, but most of the ti... he’s very down-to-earth, with a really good temper, easy to talk to."
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