On the second day, before dawn.
Bai Zhi’er was awakened by the sound of pouring rain outside the window.
It was also at this ti that she heard soft murmurs at the doorway—it was Chu Ping and Qingi talking—
"Xiao i, you’ve made so many buns? Wow, they’re all hot!"
"I accidentally made too many, originally intended for the Princess, but there’s too many, the Princess can’t finish them, so take four with you!"
Bai Zhi’er turned over, bubbles of confusion rising in her mind.
Last night, Sister Qingi said she would cook small wontons for her, didn’t she?
How did they beco buns?
Chu Ping took a bite and exclaid with surprise, "It’s actually my favorite cloud mushroom at filling!"
Qingi softly scolded him, "Keep your voice down, if you wake the Princess, see how I’ll deal with you."
Chu Ping chuckled softly, "Thank you, Xiao i, scolding while caring for , I feel I like you even more today."
"When will you co ho with ? I want to introduce you to my parents."
"My father just returned from Huizhou and will be staying in the Capital for a month on official duty. This is a good opportunity for you to et them, how about it?"
Qingi’s vague refusal sounded, much like the muffled rain.
"I can’t right now, no ti recently. The Princess just ca back, I want to stay by her side."
Chu Ping wanted to say more, but Qingi said, "Quickly take the buns and go back, without the Marquis, the Xiuluo Guard relies on you, can’t be late."
Chu Ping smiled, "Alright, I’ll head back now. I’ll co see you at noon!"
Watching him hold an umbrella, hurrying away in the rain, Qingi’s eyes lowered sadly.
Bai Zhi’er wanted to get up and say sothing, but sleepiness swept over again.
She simply drifted back into a dreamy sleep.
When she woke again, an hour had already passed.
The morning was mostly gone, and the sound of the rain had only slightly diminished, but hadn’t stopped.
"Princess, you can co have breakfast now!" Qingi ca in carrying a bowl of wontons.
Bai Zhi’er sat in front of the dressing mirror, glancing back.
She walked over with a smile, "Oh? Why is it wontons?"
Qingi was puzzled, "Yes, didn’t I say last night to the Princess that I’d prepare wontons for this morning?"
"Doesn’t the Princess want them? If not, what would you like to eat, I’ll prepare it."
Bai Zhi’er chuckled, picked up a spoon, and teased, "Wontons are just fine, I just dread soone prepared buns! I thought we’d be having buns instead."
Qingi’s face turned red.
She knew Bai Zhi’er might have overheard her conversation with Chu Ping.
Bai Zhi’er didn’t think much of it.
She knew Qingi liked Chu Ping, naturally caring and worrying for him.
Bai Zhi’er took a sip of the broth, the pink at wrapped in thin skins, with a dash of sesa oil, seaweed, and scallions.
It was unbelievably delicious! Simply divine!
Bai Zhi’er ate with gusto, "Sister Qingi, keep a bowl for Dad when he cos for lunch, let him taste it too."
"Your cooking is so good, every ti I stay away for a while, I want to co back just to taste your food."
For Qingi, the happiest thing was watching Bai Zhi’er eat heartily.
She smiled, "Alright, as long as the Princess likes it, I can make sothing different every day for you to enjoy!"
Bai Zhi’er finished the last sip of the soup.
She dabbed her lips with a napkin before saying, "Sister Qingi, are you nearing the age to leave the palace?"
In Great Chu, it is stipulated that once a First class Palace Servant is over twenty-five, they must return ho.
Qingi had long reached the age but hadn’t left because Bai Xilie felt his daughter was still young and needed her.
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