Chapter Three:
The one who is favored acts fearlessly, always assuming that the other’s affection is deep-rooted, believing that no matter the ti or place, turning back will reveal the other waiting behind.
Little did they realize, love is the most troubleso word, and it hurts the most; often when love becos too weary and hard to sustain, one might think it better to just leave, to escape entirely, which would end one’s tornting struggle.
Though unsure whether her suspicion was correct, Ah Lian believed this was likely the true mindset of Marshal Baowei when he left the capital.
Not only because he occasionally lost control and went mad from the Gu poison,
but more so because this affection had beco too burdenso, and the die had already been cast. The beloved had beco soone else’s, the love was too exhausting, too wearying, and even if he wanted to entangle himself further, it was impossible. Moreover, soone like that was never good at clinging shalessly.
If it weren’t for the young master’s eager pursuit in the past, given his passive nature, it’s likely nothing would have sparked between them for a lifeti.
The dishes in the restaurant ca quickly. The dishes Ah Lian had ordered were brought in by tray, one after another, into the elegant room.
Ah Lian took out a jade box from her bosom, which contained a pair of ivory white long chopsticks. She cleaned them with tea water and wiped them clean before gently reminding Qinghe, "Young master, it’s ti to eat."
Qinghe retracted his gaze from the window, sitting up straight slowly, but facing the table full of dishes, he truly had no appetite.
Oh well, he should eat sothing; otherwise, his body couldn’t take it. If he neither ate nor drank, he feared that before finding the woman who knew Baobao’s burial place, his own body wouldn’t be able to withstand it.
He picked up the chopsticks, tasting only a bite of each dish, eating very slowly. But when he plunged his chopsticks into the stead mandarin fish, an exotic fragrance wafted up.
The fish’s aroma was fresh yet rich.
He placed a piece of fish in his mouth, chewing it carefully, surprisingly tasting a hint of flavor.
Ah Lian watched Qinghe closely, knowing that the young master disliked being disturbed while eating, so she remained silent. Yet, she seed to understand Qinghe’s unspoken thoughts, and just from his indifferent expression, she knew this dish must have suited Qinghe’s palate.
Seeing Qinghe take another piece of fish, appearing with an appetite, Ah Lian’s eyes brightened. She thought to herself that she should inquire more about this cook. Given that the young master had been picky for days, if possible, once their tasks here were completed and they returned to the capital, perhaps they could bring this cook along?
Thus, even if the young master would eat just a bit more at each al, it would be an improvent!
Dong Huiying was unaware that the scoundrel she was desperately avoiding was now seated in the elegant room on the restaurant’s second floor, savoring the stead mandarin fish she had cooked a short while ago.
She was busy around the stove, sweat streaming down her face.
"Helper Liang, why do you sweat so much?" Zhang Er asked with a curious look.
Dong Huiying: "..." She thought to herself that she didn’t want to sweat either, but there was no choice; her fra was too small. To support this seemingly burly figure, she had padded herself with several layers of cotton clothing and stuffed in a lot of cotton beneath the jacket.
Why was she sweating?
Wasn’t it because she was too bundled up!
Before she knew it, it was alti again, and the kitchen crew wished they could split themselves in half, using one person as two.
Another bustling day ca to an end.
In the evening, Ah Lian and Qinghe returned to the sa restaurant, this ti Ah Lian specifically ordered dishes made by the newly arrived Helper Liang. Although the young master only had half a bowl of rice along with the dishes, it was a significant improvent from previous days.
This filled Ah Lian with great happiness.
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