The next morning.
Mingzhu, holding a basin of hot water in his hand, hurried into the courtyard with a man who looked very ordinary and honest.
The man followed carefully, carrying the hot meal.
Mingzhu reminded him as they walked, "When you see the young master later, be polite and don't look around. If the young master asks you anything, remember to answer truthfully. Don't hesitate or lie. Do you understand?"
"I understand." The man behind him nodded obediently.
Mingzhu straightened his clothes, calculated the time, and pushed the door open, "Master, it's time to get up."
As he spoke, he motioned the people behind him to stand at the door and not to follow him for the time being.
Li Yancheng stood properly but took advantage of Mingzhu's inattention to stretch his neck and look inside.
The room was decorated in a fresh and elegant style, with a scent of sandalwood. The bed was placed behind a screen, and to the right of the screen was a small bookshelf with several rows of books on it.
Suddenly, the person behind the screen hummed, sat up drowsily, stretched, and said in a soft, nasal voice, "Mingzhu, what do you want for breakfast today?"
"In reply to Master, breakfast is whole grain porridge and fried eggs."
"Well, that's good." Yan Xi said, and caught a glimpse of the figure at the door out of the corner of his eye, and looked up at Mingzhu.
Mingzhu knew what he meant immediately, smiled, and whispered, "Master, he is the cousin I told you about yesterday who came to Lin'an to seek refuge with me."
Yan Xi nodded, "Let him in."
Hearing this, Mingzhu hurriedly said to the person at the door, "Yun Can, why don't you come over and pay your respects to the young master?"
"Yes." Li Yancheng responded, carrying Yanxi's breakfast and quickly walked forward. He stopped in front of the screen with great discretion and bent down slightly. "My humble servant Yunshen greets the young master."
Yan Xi smelled the fragrance of porridge and her mouth kept secreting saliva. "I have heard about your situation from Ming Zhu. You will stay at the mansion these days. If I am satisfied, you can stay too."
Li Yancheng lowered his head and said, "Thank you, Master. I will definitely serve you well."
Yan Xi responded hurriedly, washed his face quickly, got up and put on his clothes and shoes.
Li Yancheng took advantage of the break to put the porridge and fried eggs on the table behind him, and stood aside quietly watching the person behind the screen get dressed and wash up.
After washing up, Yan Xi couldn't wait to walk around the screen, come to the table, sit down and start tasting.
Li Yancheng stared at him closely, feeling inexplicably nervous and expectant.
But after taking the first sip, Yan Xi was slightly stunned. Unconvinced, he drank a few more sips to make sure it wasn't his illusion. Then he looked up and asked Ming Zhu, "Who made breakfast this morning?"
Mingzhu glanced at Li Yancheng and didn't answer immediately. Instead, he asked, "Is it not to your liking, young master?"
Yan Xi shook her head and explained patiently, "No, it's delicious. I like it very much. It's just that the taste is different from what I usually eat. I want to know who made it."
Hearing this, Mingzhu's heart relaxed and he looked at Li Yancheng beside him with a smile, "This is made by Yun Can. This morning, the chef who specializes in cooking for the young master had some matters and was not at home. Yun Can said he would make some porridge. I thought the young master likes porridge, so I made the bold decision to let him make the young master's breakfast. Yun Can and I were worried that the young master would not like it."
When Yan Xi heard that the porridge was made by Yun Shen, he couldn't help but turn his head to look at him.
The man lowered his head slightly, and his honest and simple appearance made it impossible for him to connect with that person.
But on second thought, if I can wear a human skin mask to sneak into Prince Xiaoyao's Mansion, then others can also disguise themselves and sneak into He's Mansion.
Yan Xi thought about it and glanced at the man's hands crossed in front of him.
Very good, these hands are white and slender, with distinct joints, not rough at all, and do not look like the hands of a busy farmer at all.
Tsk tsk, when he wore the human skin mask, he at least covered his hands, but this guy didn’t even pay attention. It seems he still lacks experience.
Yan Xi smiled slightly, "Yun Shen, right? Your cooking skills are pretty good. I wonder what other dishes you can cook?"
This question stumped Li Yancheng.
The reason why he knew how to make porridge was because he watched his mother cook for him when he was a child.
He hardly ever cooks, and if he does, the only dish he can really make is the sweet and sour pork ribs he tried by chance a few days ago.
After thinking about it, he answered honestly, "To answer Young Master, I'm not very good at cooking. I rarely go into the kitchen. Apart from making some porridge and sweet and sour pork ribs, I don't know anything else. If Young Master wants to eat what I cook, I can go and learn."
"Can you make sweet and sour pork ribs?" Yan Xi's eyes lit up as she stared at him, like a greedy puppy staring at a delicious bone. "In that case, you will make me lunch today. I don't want any other dishes, just sweet and sour pork ribs."
"As you command." Li Yancheng couldn't help but curl his lips when he saw how interested and cute he was.
He really loves sweet and sour pork ribs.
It seemed as if he had made this dish just for him.
Such a fate seems to be destined by heaven.
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