Chapter 29 [29] Do you want to taste it? ...

【29】/First release

The heavy snow fell all night.

The next morning, the snow on the tiles was like glass, and the sky and the earth were all white.

To please Yun Ran, the maids built a snowman in the yard. It was plump and white, half a person's height. It had black stones for eyes, tree branches for hands, and a red silk ribbon tied around its neck. It stood out in the snow.

After Yun Ran got up, he was very happy to see the fat snowman.

But she felt that a single snowman looked lonely, so after breakfast she built a new one.

In the heavy snow, two fat snowmen, one tied with red silk and the other tied with blue silk, were huddled together.

Even Aunt Lan Gui saw it and smiled and praised it, saying, "You're so chubby, you're so cute."

After praising him, his smile froze for a moment as if he had thought of something.

Yun Ran caught the change in her expression and asked, "What's wrong, Mammy?"

Nanny Lan Gui's thoughts were also pulled back from the old memories. She shook her head and said, "It just occurred to me that many years ago, there was a heavy snowfall in the palace. That time, the Queen Mother also asked us to build a snowman for His Highness..."

Yun Ran enjoyed hearing about these past events and pressed on, "And then what? Was he happy too?"

"I'm glad. Your Highness was only four years old that year, the perfect age for playfulness."

Nanny Lan Gui said, "He was just like you, Princess. He saw a lonely snowman and built one too."

At that time, King Jing was still a lively and lovely child.

As he built the snowmen, he kept muttering, "One is Jing, and the other is my brother. One for me and one for my brother."

It was a pity that the Crown Prince only got a B grade in the quiz that day and was criticized by His Majesty. He was in a bad mood and did not come to Fengyi Palace. Instead, he went straight back to the East Palace to study hard.

King Jing stood at the door, waiting from day to night, but the prince never showed up.

Later, the sun came out and the snowman melted.

"The young prince was depressed for a long time because of this, but it was only when His Majesty promised to take him and the Crown Prince to the Lishan Hot Spring Palace next winter that he became happy again."

But before they could reach Mount Li in winter, the Rong and Di peoples attacked Chang'an in autumn.

At this point, the imperial city was in decline, the country was in decline, wars were rampant, and the people were living in misery.

Thinking back to the bloody and chaotic Zhaode Rebellion, Nanny Lan Gui still feels a lingering fear.

Seeing her panic, Yun Ran didn't ask much, but only thought about Sima Jing's childhood.

In Aunt Lan Gui's description, he used to be a beautiful and lovely child, but now he has become like this...

"Did he have a hard time in Rongdi?"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Yun Ran realized that he was asking something nonsense. How could a hostage from an enemy country living under someone else's roof have a good life?

Nanny Lan Gui was silent for a long moment, then sighed deeply, "It must be hard, but he keeps many things to himself and never reveals a word to anyone. Even to the Queen Mother and His Majesty, he keeps his heart closed and refuses to get even a little closer."

"The Queen Mother and His Majesty also feel they owe him a great deal, and have been making amends over the years."

"Princess, you've been taking care of the chores these days, and I can see that the food, clothing, and income of this palace are all top-notch. Even the tributes of tea, brocade, fruits, and local specialties from various regions every year are all delivered to Your Highness first."

"Even the fresh lychees sent from Lingnan only amount to a few kilograms each year. The Queen Mother remembers that Your Highness loved eating them as a child, and she always gave half of her own share to support Prince Jing's residence. But Your Highness..."

Nanny Lan Gui sighed, "Forget it, I won't say anymore."

Yun Ran naturally guessed what would happen to those lychees. They were probably wasted again.

What a waste of resources!

She frowned and clenched her fists, saying, "Next year, if there's another one next year, I won't let it go to waste!"

Even if he didn't eat it, she would eat it all.

Nanny Lan Gui hid behind the window last night and saw with her own eyes that the princess took the initiative to hug the prince. Not only did the prince not push her away, he hugged the princess instead.

This is a very good sign!

Although I don’t know what means the princess used, if this continues, the prince will be moved and return to normal sooner or later.

Maybe he could let go of his resentment and grudges, reconcile with the Queen Mother and His Majesty, and reunite as a family.

Nanny Lan Gui was full of expectations, but Yun Ran didn't think that far.

She just looked at the snowflakes flying like catkins outside the window, thinking that after the snow stopped, she could go to the kitchen yard to make glutinous rice cakes.

Perhaps God heard her voice, the heavy snow fell for two days and finally stopped on the third day, and the sun came out.

The sunlight after the first snow was as warm and golden as satin, lazily enveloping the entire palace.

Sima Jing, dressed in a black robe, with black hair and a jade belt, walked out of Liuxian Garden with his hands behind his back.

As the weather gets colder, most of the snakes in the garden have hibernated, and the few that remain have already eaten and drunk their fill, so they no longer need to be fed as frequently as before.

Winter is really the most boring time of the year.

On the way to Shenliu Hall, the snow had been cleared away, but a thick layer of white snow still accumulated on the eaves on both sides.

Sima Jing looked at the snow and suddenly thought of the man's joyful face when it first snowed that night.

Do you like snow so much?

It was obviously cold and damp, and the ground was slippery and muddy, which was very troublesome.

While thinking this, his eyes looked towards the eaves.

The snow on the glazed tiles was coated with an amber halo by the bright sunlight. From a distance, it looked like piled up pieces of gold, shining brightly.

It doesn't seem so bad...

Chang Chun followed behind Sima Jing and saw him suddenly stop and look at the snow. He was a little surprised.

Your Highness actually has the leisure time to watch the snow?

Well, it must be because the princess consort came to Shenliu Hall these two days, and His Highness is in a better mood.

In his heart, he already regarded the little princess as a deity, and he wished he could burn three sticks of incense to worship her every day, just hoping that she could always be with His Highness, so that His Highness's emotions could always be stable. In this way, those of them who were serving under him could relax a lot and have a better life.

Suddenly, a few chattering voices came from behind the pink wall: "Really?"

"Really, really, everyone went to the kitchen."

"The princess has said that the weather is good today and anyone who sees it will get a share."

"That's great, let's go!"

“Let’s go, let’s go…”

When Chang Chun heard the noise, his heart skipped a beat.

These servants are really becoming more and more daring. Don’t they know that His Highness likes quietness and that playing around is prohibited in the mansion?

He carefully observed the expression of the person in front of him and spoke nervously, "Your Highness, I will definitely teach them a lesson later..."

Sima Jing's face remained calm, he just glared at him: "What's in the kitchen?"

Chang Chun was stunned by the question: "This...this servant has no idea, maybe he has figured out some new dishes?"

Sima Jing: "Go and ask."

Chang Chun was startled, but quickly lowered his head and replied, "Your Highness, please wait a moment. I will go right away."

Sima Jing stood with his hands behind his back, his tall body bathed in the warm winter sun.

Chang Chun hurriedly caught up with the maids who were gossiping behind the moon-shaped gate. After finding out what happened, he immediately ran back to the bluestone path.

"Your Highness, I have inquired clearly. It is the Princess who is leading people in the kitchen to make glutinous rice cakes and steam glutinous rice."

Chang Chun was slightly out of breath from running, with a flattering smile on his face. "The princess also said that we have to eat glutinous rice cakes even on snowy days. Maybe it's a custom in the south? Anyway, she's been busy in the kitchen since early morning, and she said everyone in the mansion should have a share. Look, the little girls finished their work and ran to the kitchen to join in the fun."

Make glutinous rice cakes and steam glutinous rice?

Sima Jing frowned slightly: "Everyone has a share?"

Chang Chun nodded: "Yes, that's what the maids said."

He couldn't help but wonder in his heart, could the princess be considered a member of their Shenliu Hall?

Even if it is included, I don’t know when I can distribute it to them.

For some reason, even though it's just an ordinary meal, it makes people inexplicably look forward to it.

While I was thinking, the tall figure in front of me had already taken a step forward.

Chang Chun hurried to catch up, but as he walked, he realized something was wrong: "Your Highness, this... this is not the way back to Shenliu Hall."

"Who said we're going back to Shenliu Hall?"

"ah?"

Chang Chun was stunned, but seeing that the person in front of him had no intention of stopping, he did not dare to delay and followed obediently.

After going around a corridor and passing through the moon-shaped door, he probably guessed where his master was going.

This path is the only way to the kitchen.

His Highness is joining in the fun?

Chang Chun was puzzled. It was really like a dog catching mice and a cat guarding the house, while stones bloomed and wolves ate grass.

This was Sima Jing's second visit to the kitchen after living in the palace for six years.

The first time was when he just moved into the mansion. He walked around every corner of the mansion and had a general idea of ​​what was going on.

His memory has always been different from that of ordinary people. Even if he walks the same road again six years later, it is still clear to him.

But along the way, he gradually noticed some differences——

The dark blue plain curtains throughout the mansion were changed to vermilion embroidered with deer patterns, and the lanterns hanging everywhere were also decorated with corresponding patterns according to the style of each pavilion and tower. There were also many places on the roadside that were clearly vacant in his memory, but now they were either planted with pine, cypress, plum and bamboo, or decorated with rockery and bonsai.

The originally cold and deserted mansion has become more warm and lively because of these inconspicuous little details.

It was like an empty skeleton suddenly grew flesh and blood and came alive.

Chang Chun walked around the mansion every day, so he naturally noticed these small changes a long time ago.

But His Highness didn't care about anything else except the snake ancestors in Liuxianyuan, so he didn't dare to disturb His Highness with these trivial matters.

Not only was it a thankless task, but if the princess knew about it, she would think he was telling lies behind her back.

Now that His Highness had noticed it himself, Changchun, as the palace's chief steward, had to explain, "The princess has been sorting out the storehouse these days and found a lot of cloth and ornaments. She ordered the servants to decorate every corner of the palace, saying that winter is already barren, and adding some bright colors will brighten the heart."

Sima Jing also guessed that this was Yun Ran's work.

Ever since she got married into the mansion, she seems to be busy every day.

Like a tireless spinning top, she is full of energy and enthusiasm even for trivial matters.

He didn't understand, but... let her be.

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The kitchen is located in the southwest of the palace. It is an independent small courtyard built with fireproof bricks. In the middle is the fire room, on the left is the utility room, and on the right are rice, flour, cured goods, daily fruits, meat, eggs, etc.

There is an osmanthus tree in the courtyard outside, and an old well under the tree. The water used for cooking and washing pots in the palace is drawn from this well.

On weekdays, the afternoon is the quietest time in the kitchen, but today the kitchen is extremely noisy.

The courtyard was filled with servants who came to join in the fun, and in the middle of the courtyard, two large pots were steaming with smoke. In one pot, there was simmering salty glutinous rice with bacon, shiitake mushrooms, peas, radishes, taro and other ingredients, while in the other pot, there was simmering sweet glutinous rice with red dates, candied dates, raisins, longan meat, apricots, lotus seeds and lard.

Not far from the two big pots, Yun Ran was leading a few burly maids, holding wooden pestles and beating glutinous rice cakes into wooden barrels with the sound of "dong dong dong".

Yun Ran specially wore a light, narrow-sleeved jacket and skirt today to make it easier to work.

But before his fingers even touched the wooden pestle, the maids stopped him with panicked expressions: "No, absolutely not."

"Yes, how dare you ask Your Highness Princess to do such heavy work yourself? Please sit aside and let the servants do it."

If Yun Ran wanted to say anything more, the maids would kneel down in front of her.

She was so frightened that she didn't dare to do it again.

These maids looked older than her mother. If she really asked them to kneel down to her, it would shorten their lives.

So she had to give up the fun of "beating glutinous rice cakes" and instead sat by and watched the maids beat them -

But the maids were indeed strong enough. In the past, she had to hammer it hundreds of times before the glutinous rice would gradually deform.

But after the maids pounded the glutinous rice dozens of times, they saw that the originally distinct grains became sticky and soft, and it was obvious that it was chewy and elastic.

Yun Ran looked at the stringy white glutinous rice and imagined its soft and rich taste, and couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

Not only her, but the servants who were watching were also smacking their lips as they looked at the freshly made rice cakes and smelled the rich aroma of glutinous rice in the wooden barrel, hoping that the glutinous rice would come out of the oven soon so that they could satisfy their cravings.

Finally, when the first pot of glutinous rice came out of the oven, cheers came from inside and outside the yard.

"Very good."

"Finally, there's something to eat."

"It's strange. I had a full meal at noon, but now I smell this aroma and I'm so hungry."

"Who says it isn't?"

Yun Ran walked over and looked at the large pot of crystal clear and fragrant glutinous rice, and took a deep breath.

In such cold weather, we need to eat hot food.

"Everyone, please don't crowd. Line up at the door and take it one by one."

Yun Ran greeted everyone, "Everyone gets one, don't rush. Anyone who cuts in line won't get to eat the glutinous rice, and will... well, be fined ten cents!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the crowd, which had been somewhat chaotic just now, suddenly became obedient and lined up in two rows according to their order.

One team is lining up for sweet food, the other team is lining up for salty food.

For a moment, the kitchen yard was bustling with activity, even more lively than when Yun Ran was at Shuiyue Temple before.

But suddenly, someone exclaimed, "Your Highness!"

The yard, which was originally filled with laughter, suddenly became quiet.

When they saw the tall, dark figure at the door, everyone in the yard looked like ducks with their necks strangled, their faces frozen.

It wasn't until one of them came to his senses and bowed that the others followed suit, hurriedly stepped aside, and bowed their heads: "Greetings, Your Highness."

Yun Ran didn't expect Sima Jing to come to the kitchen.

After swallowing the sticky rice in her mouth, she stepped forward and said, "Your Highness, why are you here?"

Sima Jing glanced at the trembling servants in the yard and his gaze fell on the young lady in front of him again.

She had black hair tied up high, with a simple orchid hairpin in her hair. She was wearing a small turquoise silk jacket with tight sleeves, and in her hands she was holding a piece of glutinous rice wrapped in bamboo leaves...

She doesn't look like a princess at all.

"Your Highness?"

Seeing that he didn't say anything and just stared at her, Yun Ran couldn't help but wonder: "What's wrong?"

Weren't you fine when we separated last night?

Was it because he buried his face in her neck again last night and she said "itchy" that made him angry?

It shouldn’t be... that serious, right?

Sima Jing looked at her: "What are you doing here?"

"Making glutinous rice cakes and steaming glutinous rice."

Yun Ran said, showing him the glutinous rice in her hand: "Look, it's freshly baked and still hot!"

"Oh, I saved some for you. I was planning to bring it to you later, but you were just here. It tastes better when it's hot than when it's cold. Wait a minute, I'll get it for you."

Before he could turn around, his wrist was grabbed.

Yun Ran was startled: "......?"

Sima Jing frowned and glanced across the messy yard: "Let's go."

"Ah? But the glutinous rice cakes aren't ready yet."

Yun Ran was puzzled: "Where are you taking me?"

Sima Jing remained silent until he had pulled her out of the crowded courtyard. Only then did he glance sideways and instruct Chang Chun, "When the food is ready, send it to Shenliu Hall."

Chang Chun lowered his head: "Yes."

Confused, Yun Ran followed Sima Jing out for about ten steps. Seeing that there was no one around, she tugged at the man's sleeve and frowned at him, "Is there something wrong, Your Highness?"

Sima Jing lowered his eyes: "I can't come to you if there's nothing wrong?"

"Well, yes, but..."

Yun Ran looked up at the sky and said, "It's still daylight, it's not time for dinner yet."

Don't they only meet at night?

Meeting her confused yet clear eyes, Sima Jing fell silent for a moment.

He didn't know why he came to the kitchen.

For some reason, he felt irritated when he saw her in the crowd, talking and laughing with others, and sharing food with others.

I just want to pull her away.

He just wanted her to smile at him alone and have eyes only for him.

Instead, everyone has a share.

"Stay with me."

Sima Jing's throat tightened, and his grip on her wrist tightened: "Eat the food you made."

Yun Ran felt strange, but saw that he had a stern face and looked unhappy.

Anyway, the glutinous rice and rice cakes are almost done, so it’s not a problem for me to sit with him for a while, but——

"Let's go to the pavilion over there in the garden."

Yun Ran smiled and said, "The scenery over there is particularly beautiful. I had planned to go there to warm up a bottle of wine, eat some cakes, and enjoy the snow scenery."

Sima Jing frowned, "Is Shenliu Hall not good?"

"It's not bad, but it's gloomy everywhere, which makes it look quite depressing. There's no snow to be seen."

Yun Ran has never liked the layout of Shenliutang, but since it is Sima Jing's territory, she can't make any comments.

She doesn't live there anyway.

Now that he wanted her to eat with him, she naturally wanted to choose a place with beautiful scenery and a wide view.

Sima Jing didn't like staying outdoors, but seeing that although her tone was soft, her eyes were bright and she was very determined, he agreed.

Melancholy and sad, the atmosphere is dull, so I hoe the field and plant plum blossoms under the bright moon.

The pavilion next to the garden is called Chuyuexuan, and a few wintersweets are planted on the east side, which is very appropriate. It’s a pity that it is still early and the plum blossoms have not yet bloomed.

But sitting in the pavilion with exquisite murals, you can still enjoy the beautiful and open winter garden scenery around you.

I saw the rarely visited garden covered with white snow, and a thin layer of ice had formed on the surface of the lake. Looking around, the ice and snow covered the branches and trees, it was truly a world of silver and glass.

The small clay stove was bubbling with the best Xinfeng wine. On the table were the fragrant double-mixed glutinous rice, freshly fried rice cakes coated with soybean flour, a piece of barbecue and a pot of mutton soup.

Yun Ran enjoyed the aroma of wine and meat, took a bite of rice cake and a mouthful of glutinous rice, his mouth was full, and his heart was so happy that it was bubbling.

As she took a sip of the hot wine, the spicy and mellow taste slid down her throat and then spread warmly in her stomach. She couldn't help but squint her eyes and sigh, "So happy!"

Sima Jing, who was sitting opposite her, raised his eyes and said, "Is this happiness?"

But we just drank some wine and had some snacks in the pavilion.

"Yes, there are delicious food and fine wine, as well as beautiful scenery and beauty..."

The word "person" was on the tip of her tongue, but she was afraid that he would misunderstand her as a lecher, so she changed her words in time: "I am still leisurely and don't have to work. Isn't this happiness?"

Sima Jing's eyes flickered slightly.

Put it this way, it seems... indeed quite good.

"There's a saying that goes, 'Contentment brings happiness.' Some people are simply too greedy, wanting this and that. Even though they already possess many valuable things, they still feel unsatisfied, which naturally leads to constant worry and depression."

"Lao Jun also said, 'There is no greater sin than desire; there is no greater disaster than being unsatisfied; there is no greater fault than wanting to gain; therefore, knowing that you are content is always enough.'"

Yun Ran recited a passage, shaking his head, and poured himself another glass of wine. As he drank, he said, "Your Highness, do you know what I was doing when it snowed last year?"

Sima Jing raised his eyes to look at her.

"My senior sister and I climbed up to the roof to patch the tiles! The tiles in the two quiet rooms at the back of our Taoist temple were damaged by the snow, and water kept leaking down. If we don't fix it, the floor will be damaged, and we'll have to spend money to repair it. Unfortunately, the leak is very narrow, and I'm the smallest and lightest person in our temple, so I can climb up without damaging them."

Yun Ran recalled climbing to such a high roof last year. She pretended to be relaxed and said, "It's okay, it's not high." In fact, she didn't dare to turn her head and look down.

"It's too high, and there's snow on the eaves, making it very slippery. My legs were shaking as I climbed up. As I climbed, I kept thinking, what if I fall down? It would be okay if I died, and that would be the end of it. But if I didn't die, but was only disabled or made stupid, I wouldn't be able to work anymore, wouldn't be able to earn any money, and would be a burden to my master and other sisters..."

"I can only pray to the ancestors in my heart, please bless me not to fall. If I really fall, I will hit my head on the ground and end the pain."

"Thankfully, the Grandmaster blessed me and allowed me to repair the roof smoothly and land safely. That night, the Senior Sister even rewarded me with an extra piece of glutinous rice cake."

At this point, Yun Ran smiled heartily, picked up another piece of fried glutinous rice cake that was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and took a big bite. "The glutinous rice cakes in our temple are not as delicious as this. We can't bear to fry them in oil, nor can we bear to put so much sugar, let alone coat them with so much soybean powder..."

As she spoke, she chewed the glutinous rice cake in big mouthfuls, her bright eyes full of satisfaction: "It's really delicious."

How can I not be happy?

She would be willing to live another hundred years in this life.

Sima Jing looked at her eating with big mouthfuls, and unconsciously, his vision became a little dazed.

Compared with the past——

Compared to the bone-cracking north wind of the Northern Rong winter, the freezing cold of the snake cave where water turns to ice, the cracked and bleeding hands and feet, the frozen purple and stiff body, and the bloody, inedible raw meat...

He lowered his head, looking at the fragrant roasted mutton soup, sweets and wine on the table, and the bright, carefree young lady beside him.

Compared to the past, I can truly be called happy now.

Yun Ran saw his originally gloomy brows gradually relax, and the cold and hard facial lines became a little softer. He smiled and said, "That's right. When you are at ease like this, don't always have a stern face."

She winked at him. "And has anyone ever told you that you look better without a straight face?"

Sima Jing: “…”

This sounds familiar.

Oh yes, she said something similar in the carriage on the day we returned home.

"Has anyone ever told you that you have a beautiful mouth?"

She was drunk at that time, grabbing his clothes and staring at him.

It's really bold.

“No one has said that.”

Sima Jing leisurely picked up the wine pot and poured himself a glass. Suddenly he raised his eyes and said, "But someone said that I have a beautiful mouth."

Yun Ran was stunned when he heard this.

Why does this sound familiar?

She frowned, as if she had some impression but couldn't remember it.

But the person in front of him did have a beautiful mouth, with thin lips, slender corners, and a natural light pink color, like peach petals.

"Yeah, I think you have a nice mouth, too."

Yun Ran agreed and added, "Actually, it's not just your mouth that's pretty; your whole face is pretty... I'm speaking from the heart, not complimenting you! In all my years, you're the most beautiful person I've ever seen!"

She expressed her admiration for the beauty sincerely, but Sima Jing said nothing and just poured her wine silently.

Yun Ran thought he was embarrassed by the compliment, so he expressed his gratitude by pouring him some wine.

He raised his glass and drank the wine, then praised him seriously.

Sima Jing continued to pour her wine.

Just like that, she chatted about all sorts of things, and Sima Jing listened quietly, considerately adding more wine.

Soon, Yun Ran fell drunk.

"Your Highness, why do you have two heads and four eyes?"

Yun Ran's face flushed red, and he supported his dizzy head with one hand, his body falling backwards limply.

Seeing this, Sima Jing reached out and pulled her.

Yun Ran's body swayed, and after finally stabilizing himself, he still thanked him politely: "Thank you, thank you."

"I feel a little dizzy, um... I want to go back to bed."

She supported herself on the table with both hands, turned her head and was about to call for help, but she heard the man in front of her call out, "Yun Wu."

Yun Ran turned his head: "What are you doing!"

Calling her like that again, that's annoying.

Sima Jing lowered his eyes, staring at her bright, flushed face, and said calmly, "You haven't hugged me today."

Yun Ran: “…”

Her brain paused for two breaths, and she suddenly realized: "Oh, okay."

She propped herself up and stood up, her steps still unsteady.

Fortunately, it was only two steps away. When he got closer, Sima Jing reached out and held her waist.

Yun Ran said, "Stand up."

Sima Jing remained seated, but leaned slightly to the outside. "Today, sit down and hold me."

Yun Ran's brain was numbed by alcohol and his eyes were confused. "How can I hold you while you sit down?"

Sima Jing reached out and patted his leg: "Sit down."

Yun Ran: “…”

Before she could recover, her body fell limply onto the man's lap due to the force of the big hand on her waist.

In an instant, the familiar scent of camphor mixed with a hint of mellow wine rushed into her nose, surrounding her with warmth.

The man's thighs were firm and strong, perfect for her to sit on.

But it’s different from a stool. I can feel the warmth through the fabric, which is very novel.

She twisted her waist slightly, trying to find a suitable angle, but before she could move twice, her waist was firmly grasped by the slender big hand.

The force was quite strong. She frowned and looked up to complain: "You're squeezing too tightly..."

But Sima Jing lowered his head and looked at her deeply: "Does my mouth look good?"

Yun Ran was slightly startled, his train of thought also being diverted. He nodded in response to his question: "It looks good."

Strange, didn't he ask this question just now?

Just as she was wondering, two long white fingers pinched her jaw.

She raised her face along with the force and looked straight into a pair of dark eyes as deep as a pool.

In the pavilion in the middle of the lake, covered in snow, a charming man lowered his head slightly, his voice hoarse: "Do you want to taste what it tastes like?"

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The author has something to say: It’s late, but it’s a fat chapter! I’ll still draw a small red envelope~~orz[melted]