Song Ting naturally knew what he was planning, but she pretended not to see his little actions. She used the bowl that Chu Huaixu had just used to pick up fish balls and ate them one by one, quickly finishing more than half of them.
Seeing that there were only two fish balls left in the clay pot, Chu Huaixu finally couldn't hold back any longer. He grabbed Song Ting's wrist and stopped him, saying, "Don't eat them. Leave one for Fatty..."
Song Ting turned her head closer to Chu Huaixu's face, her slightly cool nose affectionately brushing against his cheek, and said, "Master, if you keep doing this, I'm going to get jealous."
Chu Huaixu chuckled, his warm fingertips brushing against Song Ting's lips.
After playing like this for a while, he turned around and rubbed his face against Song Ting's, his breath hot: "How can the dignified Commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard be so spineless, comparing himself to a dog?"
"But I'm your dog. You promised me you'd only have me..."
This statement was half true and half false. He didn't really mean to tell Huaixu not to get fat; he just wanted Huaixu to coax him and spend more time on him.
Chu Huaixu smiled again, put his arm around Song Ting's waist, and kissed her from her face to her lips, a light, fleeting kiss.
Song Ting's breathing grew increasingly hot, his eyes filled with anticipation and longing, but Chu Huaixu only teased him gently, without going any deeper.
Finally, Song Ting could no longer bear it, so she grabbed Chu Huaixu by the back of the head and kissed him.
After a long pause, he glanced at Xiao An with a cold look in his eyes. Xiao An quickly covered her eyes with her hands and slowly moved out of the yard, shouting:
"I...I didn't see anything!"
"I'm still a child, I wouldn't understand even if I saw it!"
...
As the departure date drew closer, Song Ting had more and more things to do. When he returned to his residence the night before departure, it was already midnight. Afraid of disturbing Huai Xu's rest, he thought of going back to his own room to sleep.
But he was really unwilling to not see anyone. He would leave tomorrow morning and not know when he would be able to come back. If he didn't see them even once, he would probably keep worrying about it.
He always thought the same thing, but each time he ended up going anyway. So he didn't know what he was struggling with.
Song Ting was still pacing back and forth in the hall, wondering whether to go see Huai Xu, when the butler came out from the backyard, looking very nervous, and said:
"My lord, you're finally back! The young master has been waiting for you for almost all night. I just checked on him, and he's probably exhausted; he's fallen asleep on the stone table..."
Before he could finish speaking, Song Tingren had already vanished from his sight.
"This servant...this servant hasn't finished speaking yet..." The steward watched his retreating figure, "This servant has draped a cloak over the young master and added a few more braziers..."
"They're all idiots," Song Ting thought to herself as she hurried away. "I really can't trust anyone to take care of Huaixu."
Perhaps he shouldn't have gone to the northern desert; that kind of thing could have been left to Gu Yi and the others.
He has already exonerated the old prince, so the state of the Dayan kingdom is none of his concern.
In the courtyard, Chu Huaixu was indeed fast asleep, the firelight shining on his face as if coating him with a soft glow.
Song Ting unconsciously slowed her pace, carefully approached, and gently kissed Chu Huaixu's forehead.
Chu Huaixu has always been cold-sensitive, and his body is always slightly colder than others. Now that he has been in the courtyard for a long time, his forehead is even colder.
Once Song Ting's lips touched hers, she felt so tender that she couldn't bear to pull away, kissing her again and again as if she couldn't get enough.
"Hmm..." Chu Huaixu was woken up by the noise, and groggily returned the kiss, saying, "Little Qingxiang is back."
The person who had just woken up spoke in an incredibly soft tone, which made Song Tingxin's voice soften drastically as well.
She said softly, "Yes, you're back. It's so cold outside, why don't you go inside and sleep?"
Chu Huaixu rubbed his sleepy eyes and smiled sweetly: "We're setting off for the northern desert tomorrow, and I wanted to give Xiao Qingxiang a farewell party."
If the prepared food is left to simmer in the pot for too long, it will inevitably lose its color and become less appealing, and the taste will be significantly worse.
Song Ting himself was not particular about food and drink, but he couldn't bear to see Huai Xu suffer in this regard.
The thought of the cooks trying to fool him with such reheated dishes made Song Ting furious.
Just as I was about to ask which chef was on duty today, I saw the bowl of fish ball soup on the corner of the table.
Making fish balls requires a lot of strength so that the minced meat is sticky enough, resulting in fish balls that are chewy and delicious.
However, Chu Huaixu was not in good spirits and didn't have much strength. The minced meat wasn't mashed enough, so the meatballs he squeezed out were loose and crumbly, and some of them would break apart when picked up with chopsticks.
It's easy to tell who made it.
Song Ting suddenly remembered that Lantern Festival that year, when the two of them almost burned down the kitchen of the Prince's mansion. After that, he dared not let anyone near the kitchen again.
Unexpectedly, Huai Xu cooked himself again.
"Just tell the kitchen what you want to eat. Why do you have to cook it yourself?"
Chu Huaixu poured him a cup of wine: "I caused this trouble, but now there's nothing I can do but cook you a meal."
Song Ting was drinking when he heard this, his arm trembled, and half a glass of wine spilled onto his chest. He didn't bother to wipe it off and stared at Chu Huaixu, pressing him for an answer:
"Did you make all of these yourself? Especially for me?"
Chu Huaixu nodded slightly: "Mm."
At this moment, Song Tingcai finally understood why this person insisted on waiting for him to return in the courtyard. It wasn't just to drink this farewell wine, but also because he had personally prepared this table full of dishes for him.
He picked up a large piece of pork belly from the nearest window, put it in his mouth and chewed it a couple of times, but his eyes became increasingly red, and his vision gradually began to blur.
Chu Huaixu was a little nervous: "Is it really bad? Why don't we just take it away and get something else?"
"No." Song Ting blocked the table with most of her body, covering herself with a table full of dishes, and grabbed Chu Huaixu's arm with her other hand. "These are all mine. They're delicious. I'll eat them all."
The two sat down again. Song Ting wiped her face with her sleeve, probably realizing she was embarrassed, and ate silently with her eyes lowered.
"Qi Zhou and Xiao Wu will stay behind. Let them do whatever they need to do. I'll be back soon."
Chu Huaixu poured more wine into their glasses and raised his hand to toast Song Ting: "Mm."
Before the cup even touched her lips, Song Ting raised her hand to stop it and put it into her own mouth.
"I've already had one drink, I can't drink anymore, the rest are all mine."
Chu Huaixu chuckled and said, "Why are you being so greedy today, Lord Song? The food is yours, the wine is yours, so what am I supposed to eat?"
He was so gentle today that Song Ting was almost drunk from his smiling eyes even though she hadn't drunk much.
“They’re all mine, and you’re mine too, Mingyu. I don’t want your guilt, I want you.”
"As long as you are by my side, I don't ask for anything else."
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