Xiao Yuan finally turned his gaze away from the official gazette and frowned.
Lychee paste? Never heard of it.
"Want to try a bite?" Ming Shu immediately ladled out a bowl and handed it to him.
Xiao Yuan looked at him with a troubled expression: "Aren't you afraid she might put some weird stuff here?"
Ming Shu said confidently, "I just tasted it for you, and it's not poisonous!"
Only after speaking did he belatedly realize that his master's expression had darkened further, and he hurriedly put down the bowl: "I suddenly remembered that I should go and see how the interrogation of that old scoundrel Zheng is going..."
They ran away in a flash.
Xiao Yuan put down the official gazette and stared at the frost-like sugar paste in the blue Ru kiln porcelain bowl in front of him. He could faintly smell the sweet aroma of lychee.
He scooped a spoonful into his mouth, and the fragrance of lychee mixed with a strange medicinal aroma filled his mouth, instantly making him feel refreshed.
"Master, Madam Su said that this lychee syrup is even more refreshing and cooling when chilled!" Ming Shu, who was hiding at the door, suddenly poked half his head out.
The official gazette suddenly flew over and hit him on the head.
After eating a bowl of lychee syrup, Xiao Yuan suddenly remembered something and squinted at Ming Shu, who was rubbing his head: "What about the gifts she brought a couple of days ago?"
In the evening, Ming Shu went to the Su residence in person.
Han Changrong looked at the box that the servants behind him carried in and asked in surprise, "Lord Ming, what is this again?"
"My master really likes Su Niangzi's lychee paste, and he wants to ask your Su Niangzi for a favor!" Ming Shu said with a grin.
"What?"
In the backyard, Su Xuerong looked at Han Changrong with surprise, then glanced at the various spices in the box behind him.
"Are you sure it was Akira who said that?"
“That’s right, he ran away immediately after he said that.” Han Changrong looked at Su Xuerong with some trepidation.
If it weren't for the fact that the young man saved his wife, he would have punched him just now.
Su Xuerong lowered her eyes, concealing the glint of anger that was beginning to rise within them, and sneered, "Fine, stay then!"
Asking her to make him twenty kinds of blended incense? Ge Erlang's idea is quite something!
Aren't you afraid she might tamper with the incense and make him impotent after smelling it?
Ge Cong'an, far away in the southwest, suddenly sneezed violently for no apparent reason!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com