Chapter 11 “The cakes that Mrs. Xu fed me were indeed very sweet.”

"Thank you for the trouble." Xu Heyi was not polite.

Jiang Nuanzhu only then realized that Xu Heyi's hands were stained with flour, making it inconvenient for him to eat.

Under Xu Heyi's strong presence, Jiang Nuanzhu picked up a piece of cake and handed it to him, saying softly, "It's a little hot, be careful."

Xu Heyi tasted it lightly and said, "It's very sweet."

"It's very sweet?" Jiang Nuanzhu asked doubtfully, "No way? Grandpa Fu has high blood pressure, and Aunt Li always controls her sugar intake. It's never been sweet before."

"Would you like to try it too?"

Jiang Nuanzhu only had one hand wearing a glove, so it was difficult to pinch it with her hand, so she could only take a light bite on the other side.

"Not sweet?"

Her black and white eyes shone with a radiant luster, and she asked simply, "Don't you like sweet things?"

"I love sweets." Xu Heyi's eyes swept across her pink lips, his eyes dimmed, and his voice was low and magnetic: "The cakes that Mrs. Xu feeds are indeed very sweet."

Jiang Nuanzhu was stunned for a moment, her face flushed instantly, and her eyes were so soft that tears could drip from them.

She whispered, "Be serious!"

After saying that, he glanced at Li Ma secretly, and saw that Li Ma was concentrating on cooking, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

Turning around, he met Xu Heyi's smiling eyes, and the temperature in his cheeks began to rise again.

Xu Heyi's eyes fell on the pastry in Jiang Nuanzhu's hand, "It will be cold soon."

Jiang Nuanzhu understood what he meant and handed it over to feed Xu Heyi a few bites.

After feeding him a cake, Jiang Nuanzhu felt relieved.

Her heartbeat wasn't this fast even when she participated in the Golden Peach Cup competition.

She was carrying two plates of pastries and was about to go out. Xu Heyi took the other plate from her.

When the fingertips touched, Jiang Nuanzhu's entire back of the hand felt numb.

She didn't care about anything else and walked out with the pastries, feeling like she was running away.

I don’t know what’s going on, but today, when she’s with Xu Heyi, her condition has been out of control.

These were feelings Jiang Nuanzhu had never experienced before.

Jiang Nuanzhu put down the cakes and said, "Grandpa, the first batch of cakes is ready. Would you like to try some first?"

Old Master Jiang was in no hurry to eat. Seeing Xu Heyi behind Jiang Nuanzhu, he said, "It's just right. You can give the other plate to your Grandpa Fu and come to let Grandpa Fu recognize you."

Xu Heyi responded: "Okay."

After leaving the kitchen, the redness on Jiang Nuanzhu's face disappeared for the most part, and she looked much calmer.

On the way, she explained to Xu Heyi: "Grandpa and Grandpa Fu have a very good relationship. Grandpa Fu watched me grow up and is like my second grandfather. He has a granddaughter named Fu Qingyin, who is my best friend. We will have dinner together later."

When Aunt Liu opened the door and saw Jiang Nuanzhu and Xu Heyi together, her eyes were filled with curiosity. "Miss Nuanzhu, Mr. Xu, why are you here together?"

"I made some new cakes at home and wanted to send some to Grandpa Fu to try."

Aunt Liu quickly took the cake and led the way.

"Mr. Fu is practicing calligraphy right now. He must be very happy to see Miss Nuanzhu coming."

As soon as you enter the yard, you will see several tall and majestic sycamore trees with lush crowns.

There is a large desk under the tree, and an old man with white hair and beard and a scholarly look in his eyes is practicing calligraphy.

"Old sir, Miss Nuanzhu and Mr. Xu are here to bring you some cakes."

Hearing the footsteps, Mr. Fu finished his writing calmly, placed the brush on the pen holder, and wiped his hands with a cloth. "Put it on the table."

He then said, "Xiao Liu, go get the two red envelopes from the bookshelf."

"yes."

Jiang Nuanzhu: "Grandpa Fu, my family has made some new cakes, and Grandpa asked me to give them to you to try."

"You guys take a seat first." Old Master Fu smiled kindly and walked to a table nearby. "Your grandfather didn't come here to give me cakes. He came here specifically to show off his grandson-in-law to me."

Jiang Nuanzhu smiled embarrassedly and took Xu Heyi's hand. "Grandpa Fu, I got married yesterday. This is my husband. I brought him here specially for you to see."

Mr. Fu: "I was the one who originally took a fancy to He Yi and wanted to abduct him to be my grandson-in-law, but I didn't expect that Lao Jiang would get there first."

Mr. Fu poured tea for the two of them and said to Xu Heyi, "You married Lao Jiang's precious granddaughter, so you must treat our Nuan Zhu well, otherwise I will not be able to rest in peace."

Xu Heyi smiled helplessly, "I finally married Nuanzhu, how could I bear to treat her badly?"

Just then, Aunt Liu took out two red envelopes.

Mr. Fu took the red envelopes, holding one in each hand and handing them to the two of them, with a strong smile in his eyes, "Since you are married, you must tolerate and understand each other, and support each other in the future."

"Um."

Jiang Nuanzhu and Xu Heyi listened to the lecture obediently.

"One per person, no more."

Jiang Nuanzhu glanced at Xu Heyi, saw the warmth in his eyes, and took the red envelope from Mr. Fu's hand.

Mr. Fu suddenly laughed and said, "Your grandfather called me last night and told me not to be stingy. The bigger the red envelope, the more blessings you will receive."

Jiang Nuanzhu's cheeks flushed slightly, "We should be blessed by you, Grandpa."

Mr. Fu smiled and shook his head, "If only Qingyin was as sweet-talking as you. Then I wouldn't have to worry about finding her a husband."

Jiang Nuanzhu: "Grandpa Fu, Qingyin is on a business trip abroad this time. When will he be back?"

"It should be in the next two days." Grandpa Fu's eyes were full of kindness when he mentioned his granddaughter. "Qingyin called me yesterday and kept telling me that the locust tree in the backyard will bloom soon, and she wants you to pick the flowers together."

Jiang Nuanzhu said with a smile: "Every year after eating the pear blossom cake at home, I start to think about Grandpa Fu's locust flower cake."

"Yes, she was also talking to me, saying that the pear blossoms in Grandpa Jiang's yard should be blooming soon. They are both greedy cats."

Xu Heyi sat aside, listening quietly to Mr. Fu and Jiang Nuanzhu chatting, adding tea from time to time.

After chatting for a while, Mr. Fu suddenly said, "Heyi, I just got a new painting. Can you help me write a few words about it?"

Xu Heyi: "Okay."

Mr. Fu smiled again and said, "Nuanzhu, your pipa has been repaired. It's been half a year. Are you planning to keep it?"

Jiang Nuanzhu just remembered and said embarrassedly: "I forgot about this matter."

While Xu Heyi and Mr. Fu were discussing how to write characters, Jiang Nuanzhu followed Liu Ma upstairs to get the pipa.

The design of Fu's residence is in the style of Su's gardens, with pavilions and towers complete. It is no exaggeration to say that there is a new scene at every step.

Jiang Nuanzhu brought the pipa back, and found that Mr. Fu and Xu Heyi were studying how to play the pipa in an octagonal courtyard.

Hearing footsteps, Mr. Fu leaned his hands behind his back and asked, "Have you tried Pipa?"

Jiang Nuanzhu shook her head, her eyebrows curved, "Don't I know your skills?"

Mr. Fu is not only a master of calligraphy, but also proficient in music. He has studied all the famous classical musical instruments.

Jiang Nuanzhu learned to play the pipa from him.

"Try it first. If it doesn't work for you, I'll adjust it for you."

Jiang Nuanzhu had no choice but to hold the pipa and try the sound again.