Even if her husband spoke the truth, she didn’t want to hear it! Yalan was her heart and soul, and she wouldn’t allow anyone to say her precious daughter was not beautiful.
“Okay, okay, I was wrong! I was wrong!” Shao Wende was in too good a mood to argue with his wife. “Yihe, be prepared at all times. Mu Yun might come to ask you out early tomorrow,” he said hopefully.
“I will. I’ll go rest in my room now!” Shao Yihe finally could return to her room and enjoy her truly peaceful time.
That night, Mu Yun remained in her mind, never leaving for a moment.
Is this the love people sing about? When together, their gazes uncontrollably linger on each other. After parting, thoughts are filled with him, all emotions revolving around and fluctuating with him… Just thinking of him makes her heart sweet with anticipation, yet also painful with anxiety.
“Ah!” she sighed softly.
Tomorrow… Would he come for her?
Try our Japanese silk tofu, which I specially sent a master to learn in Japan and bring back. Its taste is no less than the silk tofu from Kyoto’s authentic kaiseki cuisine.” Mu Yun scooped up a piece of silk tofu from the boiling paper hot pot and placed it in Shao Yihe’s bowl.
“Really? Then let me try it.”
Under Mu Yun’s guidance, Shao Yihe added some bonito soy sauce and then scooped it into her mouth with a spoon.
The melt-in-your-mouth, soft, tender, and sweet taste made her eyes widen in surprise.
“So delicious!” Truly – very delicious!
“Right?” Her unabashed satisfaction on her face made Mu Yun laugh along.
At this moment, he had a strange feeling, wanting to satisfy all her requests, just to keep her happy smile.
Shao Yihe suddenly stopped all movement because she noticed Mu Yun was staring directly at her face without blinking, saying nothing.
Could he be – wanting to kiss her? Her cheeks suddenly turned red.
But she misunderstood. He stared at her for a long time but did nothing – no! Shao Yihe even had a strange feeling that he wasn’t looking at her, but through her at someone standing behind her, giving her an impulse to turn around and see who was there.
“What are you looking at?” She finally couldn’t help but ask.
“Hm?”
