Chapter 543: Accompany His Highness Duke of Qin for a meal (1/2)

Chapter 543: Accompany His Highness Duke of Qin for a meal

Han Yunxi blinked at the sight of the chopsticks but didn’t move. Because of that, Long Feiye waited patiently. The ten dishes and one soup had come fresh from the kitchen, so they were all piping hot. Soon enough, the stench of vinegar filled the air in the rooms.

“Eat it while it’s hot,” Long Feiye intoned simply.

“I ate my fill downstairs just then, so how about…how about Your Highness eat on your own?” Han Yunxi tried kissing up to him.

In the past, she’d always call him ‘Your Highness’ unless she grew serious or angry, but recently she’d been hailing his title with a more guilty, timid air.

“Your lordship, eating by myself?” Long Feiye asked with amusement. Han Yunxi maintained her smile despite lacking the guts to answer.

“Are you sure you don’t want any?” Long Feiye asked next, his tone calm and even. But the threatening scent of vinegar was unmistakable around them. Han Yunxi was close to tears. When she fed him vinegar pastries in the past, she’d disguised the flavor so one couldn’t tell until they bit into the pastry. It was a hidden scheme, but this table full of sour dishes was an open plot against her. She hid her plan because she was sulking, while he revealed, plain and simple, that his lordship was extremely displeased!

Seeing Han Yunxi remain silent, Long Feiye didn’t force the issue. He put back the chopsticks and ladled out a bowl full of hot and sour soup before slowly giving it a taste.

Is he letting me off just like that? Han Yunxi thought she had been over thinking things. She looked down and picked up her own chopsticks. Her favorite desserts were all sweet things, while her preferred style of cooking was Cantonese cuisine, which preserved much of the original flavors. Faced with a table full of sour dishes, she had no idea what to eat. In the end, she went for the dish closest to her, which contained the old chicken meat cooked in vinegar. This was different from the chicken soups that Long Feiye had told Zhao mama to cook her in the past. It was a stir-fried dish that actually looked rather appetizing if one could ignore its powerful sour scent.

Long Feiye glanced at her with wrinkled brows, but didn’t say a word. Han Yunxi picked up a piece with her chopsticks before giving it a whiff. Her stomach turned at the overpoweringly sour smell. Long Feiye’s brows furrowed even further at the sight, but he still kept quiet.

Han Yunxi wore a mournful expression. Although she was terribly reluctant, she still forced herself to eat that strip of chicken. It was all right when she first tasted it—although her tastebuds were screaming in protest—but after a few bites, her teeth began to rebel as well. The sour, acidic flavors were overpowering. Han Yunxi felt more nauseous the more she chewed, feeling that she was eating something that had gone off. She wish she could swallow the piece and be done with it, but failed after multiple attempts. The flavor was simply too much for her. She decided to pair it with some rice, only to find that it didn’t even exist on the table!

Where’s the rice to go with the dishes? Sobsob… Right now, her mind was just ringing with one thought. She wasn’t thinking of spitting it up or crying, but… Your Highness Duke of Qin, chenqie knows her wrongs!

She gave Long Feiye a pathetic look, only to find him staring at her with a dark expression. Han Yunxi resigned herself to her fate and silently hung her head, but Long Feiye suddenly raged, “Hurry up and spit it out! Stupid woman!”

Graced with a pardon, Han Yunxi quickly spat out the chicken. Before she could speak, Long Feiye had already poured her a cup of warm water with the order, “Rinse!”

Although his voice was brusque and stern and his face ferocious, Han Yunxi suddenly smiled at the sight of him. Her mouth was still stinging from the vinegar, but her heart felt as sweet as honey.

“Oh,” she said obediently and rinsed her mouth. Long Feiye never stopped furrowing his brows as he looked at her, as if supervising her work.

When Han Yunxi finished rinsing, he handed over a bowl of soup and ordered coldly, “Drink this.”

Han Yunxi only did as she was told, but she only took a small sip before looking at him with shining eyes. Heavens, why does this taste so good?

Only then did Han Yunxi take another look at the bowl and saw that it was a thick but translucent, jelly-like soup. It was distinguished by seven different colors made up by its ingredients: shredded crab meat, egg strips, green vegetables, enoki mushrooms, tofu, sausages and carrot strips. When she took another sip, she tasted the smooth and stimulating flavors of vinegar and pepper mixing together. The soup was thick, but it didn’t hide the fresh flavors of the items within. The slight hint of spice within the sour helped.

How could this soup taste so good? I can’t stop drinking it.

Long Feiye sat back in his seat to resume drinking the soup. Only then did Han Yunxi realize that he had been drinking the soup even before she started trying out the dishes. If she had just eaten the same things he was eating, she would’ve been fine. Why did she pick that old chicken of all things to try?

I was such an idiot! She stared speechlessly at Long Feiye, who glanced at her and said coldly, “Aren’t you going to drink it while it’s still hot?”

Han Yunxi only stared at him. Just then, she’d been smiling so sweetly it ached, but now she couldn’t smile at all. Her entire heart was palpitating from nervousness!

“What are you spacing out for? Why aren’t you drinking it?” Long Feiye said unhappily. The weather’s cold, so it’s better to drink soup while it’s hot.

Han Yunxi still stared at him without a word. Having enough of her foolish ways, Long Feiye’s expression darkened. He was about to speak when Han Yunxi suddenly burst out, “Long Feiye, I love you so much!”

Bang!

Long Feiye’s soup bowl clattered against the table, spilling its contents everywhere. He quickly got to his feet, feeling completely awkward before he coughed a couple of times. But the next thing he knew, his soup bowl rolled off the table and fell with a clash on the ground.

Han Yunxi’s lips rose up into a curve as Long Feiye coughed some more. It was obvious that he’d lost his presence of mind, but it only lasted a second. Soon enough, he sat back down as before. Han Yunxi looked at him again and declared, “Long Feiye, I love you very much!”

She looked like she was teasing him, but she was absolutely serious. He had grand aspirations for the world, big enough to aim for the entire continent. But towards her, his heart was very, very fine—small enough to be summed up in a single bowl of soup, a piece of jewelry, a simple action or a single sentence.