That's too much.
It's really too much.
After all, we had spent four years together, and now we finally see each other, but we can't even have a good meal.
Yan Yiming is actually not a very picky eater, so there would always be something on the table that she could eat, but no!
The good West Lake vinegar fish would have inexplicable perilla, the tender white soup would have finely chopped coriander, and every dish would always touch upon her sore spots that she never wanted to touch. The double impact of vision and smell made her want to turn around and leave.
But it just doesn't work.
Jiang Yi clearly did it on purpose.
You don’t have to eat something you like, but if you eat something you don’t like, Yan Yiming glanced at the green coriander and the smell seemed to have reached his nose.
Jiang Yi saw her staring at the ginseng chicken soup, and took the initiative to serve her a bowl. He said very naturally, "My wife Jing once said that drinking soup before a meal is better than a good medicine. Although this soup is ordinary, it can help to moisten the intestines and digest food if you taste it before a meal."
At that time, Jiang Yi was small and thin, and Yan Yiming thought of ways to supplement his nutrition. Every time they had a meal together, he would let him drink a bowl of ginseng chicken soup first, and then he said this very smoothly.
Even if she didn't say it, Jiang Yi would still obey her. But after she said it, Jiang Yi's eyes were brighter than usual. Back then, a bowl of chicken soup, a walnut and a date were all her tokens of love, and Jiang Yi treasured them all in his heart.
Unfortunately, Yan Yiming was only in a trance for a moment, and his attention was taken away by the pungent coriander. Yan Yiming could only try his best to divert his attention and continued Jiang Yi's words shamelessly, "I didn't know there was such an allusion. Your Excellency Madam knows a lot."
Jiang Yi looked at her and nodded, chuckling, "Yes, she does know a lot."
Yan Yiming coughed lightly and said, "If I have the chance, I will definitely meet your wife."
Jiang Yi's smile faded slightly, his eyes dimmed slightly, and after a long while he continued, "Jing's wife has passed away."
"Ah," Yan Yiming cried out in shock, his face immediately showing shame. He immediately opened his mouth and begged for forgiveness. The shame in his eyes was so obvious that there was not a trace of falsehood in his expression.
Jiang Yi withdrew his gaze and forced a not-so-gentle smile, "It's alright, Princess, please enjoy your meal."
Yan Yiming: “…”
After talking for so long, we still have to eat.
A true warrior must have the courage to face the bleak life. He felt like trying to destroy humanity. After drinking a mouthful of chicken soup under Jiang Yi's gaze, he exclaimed, "It's really good," and then drank the second mouthful very calmly.
Little Apple could hear the host's deep inner rejection at that moment, but she also saw that Jiang Yi's surprised eyes gradually turned dim, and she looked away unable to bear to look at him.
One person was trying to swallow the food while enduring the discomfort, while the other was trying carefully with hope in his heart to see who was torturing whom.
Jiang Yi suddenly felt that he was a little ridiculous. He could think of such an absurd possibility. He clearly never believed in ghosts and gods.
He just lost her for too long, and was alone for too long. He had been thinking about her unrealistically for too long, and in the end he even started to go crazy. What on earth was he expecting?
She clearly has the most direct personality and will never touch anything she doesn't like.
But Jiang Yi would never have thought that she was a person who had experienced battlefields and life and death. There were many things she didn't like, but there were also many things she could force herself to endure.
Yan Yiming didn't show the slightest dislike on her face. She could now put those things that she would never touch before into her mouth without changing her expression.
Jiang Yi wanted to laugh for a moment, but he couldn't. He just raised his eyes and looked at his hands and was stunned for a moment.
He already knew that he was thinking too much, but familiar similarities inadvertently appeared before his eyes.
Mrs. Jiang had repeatedly lectured her daughter and asked her why she suddenly used chopsticks like this. Ah Ming used her weird way of holding chopsticks and said nonchalantly, "It's OK as long as I can eat it."
The way she used chopsticks was more like holding a pen. Lan Xiu once laughed that she must not be as flexible as others because she held the chopsticks so tightly. She was unwilling to admit defeat and asked someone to prepare a plate of pearls so that she could compete with Lan Xiu in picking up pearls with chopsticks.
Jiang Yi sat aside and watched her sometimes childish play, and the way she raised her eyebrows and smiled after she finally won over Lan Xiu. That was a time he would never forget.
The children in the clan have been practicing various etiquettes of sitting and lying down since childhood. The postures for drinking tea and eating are all very strict. Apart from A Ming, the princess in front of him is the second person who cannot use chopsticks.
Unfortunately, this time, even Yan Yiming himself didn’t realize it or remember it.
After all, in modern times, there are countless people like her who can't use chopsticks, and she happens to be one of them. She never thinks that she is special, so Yan Yiming never thinks that this matter is worth her attention.
But there is someone who has engraved her every word, action and gesture in his heart, remembering all her details clearly, and now he can recognize her differences clearly.
Same awkward technique, same height for holding chopsticks.
There is always a loophole.
If you accidentally underestimate a person's inner persistence, you will always pay a small price.
Unfortunately, Yan Yiming ate a lot of inedible things in vain, but the two chopsticks raised his doubts again.
Jiang Yi sighed and looked at Yan Yiming's face. For some reason, he seemed to see some reluctance in her expressionless face.
There is no anger, just a feeling of pity.
Jiang Yi put down his chopsticks, which made a light sound when they tapped against the bowl. Yan Yiming looked up in surprise, "What's going on?"
"It's not tasty. Maybe the cook didn't control the heat well," Jiang Yi said. "I wanted to invite the princess to taste the food, but I didn't expect it to turn out like this."
Yan Yiming was surprised at Jiang Yi's sudden change of attitude. After thinking it over, he couldn't figure out where he had given himself away. In the end, he could only assume that Jiang Yi had finally stopped doubting him and that was why he was no longer in the mood.
If this is the case, it would be the best. If it is something else, I can’t think of anything else now. It is great to be able to put down my chopsticks openly after torturing for so long.
"I think it's not bad," Yan Yiming said, "It seems that the chef at Lord Jiang's house is too good, which is why I find the dishes here hard to swallow. If there is a chance..."
Jiang Yi looked at her and smiled with an ambiguous tone, "If there is a chance, please invite Princess and Lord Wei to taste the cooking skills of the Jiang Mansion chef."
Yan Yiming: …
I was just saying it casually, why did you insist on answering it?
And logically speaking, Jiang Yi shouldn't have given up?
Yan Yiming frowned, feeling that things were not quite as he had imagined, but he couldn't find any loopholes.
Wei Xiongjie didn't understand why Yan Yiming wanted to send him away when he was having tea and dinner with Jiang Yi, but he didn't dare to go against Yan Yiming's wishes. He only hurried forward when he saw Yan Yiming and Jiang Yi walking out of the teahouse together.
Both of them had their own thoughts in their minds, but they both acted as if nothing had happened. Wei Xiongjie did not see any clues on their faces, so he could only say goodbye to Jiang Yi and follow Yan Yiming back.
When the carriage started moving, Wei Xiongjie couldn't help but look back again, and happened to meet Jiang Yi's gaze.
The man's eyes, which were calm just now, were now fixed on Yan Yiming's carriage. The heaviness that suddenly shocked people was not enough, and the storm in his eyes did not disappear when he saw him.
Wei Xiongjie's heart trembled, and when he looked again, only Jiang Yi's tall figure was left.
What on earth happened to them?
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