Chapter 1174 If you are pleased with me, then breathe 28
Xuanhe stood up and straightened his clothes. "Where?"
The butler said, "He's in the lobby."
Xuanhe's lips curled up. "Have the orders for the meal been given?"
Butler: "I ordered someone to prepare it in the kitchen on the way here."
Xuanhe nodded slightly and went to the main hall with the butler.
Song Jinhuan came on orders, and with the Empress Dowager's instructions, he thought he would not see Xuanhe.
Unexpectedly, the housekeeper greeted her warmly as soon as he saw her.
The mansion was more vibrant than ever before, and walking through it made me feel cheerful without even realizing it.
Before I could sit in the lobby for long, I heard footsteps outside.
Just as Song Jinhuan stood up, there were many figures at the door. Looking up, she saw a man with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, dressed in a brown-black casual suit, walking in with his hands behind his back.
Before she could bow, the man waved his hand and said, "Miss Lin, there's no need for such formalities. Please sit down."
They walked over to her side in a few steps, past her, and pointed to another position on the high ground.
Song Jinhuan explained her purpose, "The scriptures have been delivered, Your Majesty..."
Before I could even say goodbye, a delicious aroma wafted in from outside.
She turned her head and saw the butler leading the servants in, with seven or eight kinds of pastries neatly arranged on the table.
It smells so good!
Song Jinhuan's eyes lit up, and she swallowed hard.
Xuanhe sat down, feigning ignorance, and asked, "Miss Lin, would you like to try some?"
"The new chef in the manor has been preparing different dishes these past few days. If they don't suit my taste..."
He picked up a piece of pinkish-white star anise cake, took a small bite, and frowned. "It's a bit sweet."
Song Jinhuan unconsciously walked to the table, staring curiously at the pastries in the man's hand. "Are they very sweet?"
"Let me try it for you."
As Song Jinhuan spoke, he picked up a piece, took a bite, and it melted in his mouth!
It has a milky aroma and the unique sweetness of sweet potatoes.
It was clearly delicious.
Song Jinhuan sat down opposite him. "This dessert doesn't seem to suit Elder Xuan's taste."
"However, I quite like it."
After saying that, she looked at Xuanhe expectantly, her eyes full of "If you don't want to eat it, you can give it to me."
Although her clear, unambiguous eyes revealed no other meaning, they were like hooks, tugging at a spot in Xuanhe's heart that had been itch for years, making him feel incredibly comfortable.
For a long time, I didn't even realize that my breathing had become lighter.
"If Miss Lin doesn't mind, please take her back."
Song Jinhuan was overjoyed. "Thank you so much, Elder Xuan!"
Xuanhe pressed his lips together to keep from flying away. "What did Miss Lin just say?"
Song Jinhuan looked at him blankly, "What?"
Xuanhe pretended not to know and reminded him, "You just said you were ordered to deliver the scriptures, but you haven't finished speaking yet."
Song Jinhuan swallowed the pastry in her mouth, and changed her words with a flicker of her eyes, "I was quite tired on the way here, so I thought I would sit for a while longer. I hope that won't disturb Elder Xuan?"
Xuanhe chuckled and changed the subject, saying, "Miss Lin, do you have any pastries that suit your taste?"
"If you have any, take them all back with you."
Song Jinhuan tried them all and finally ordered six kinds.
The housekeeper came over to pack the food.
Xuanhe asked casually, "Is there a menu for today's tasting?"
Butler: "The new chef is very mysterious. All we know is that he makes chicken, duck, fish, meat, and various vegetarian dishes."
"Sir, you haven't had much of an appetite lately. Perhaps you should postpone it for a few days?"
Xuanhe glanced at the girl who was pricked up her ears and looking expectant, a hint of a smile flashing in his eyes, "If it suits your taste, your appetite might come back."
Having taken the pastries, Song Jinhuan felt it was inappropriate to stay any longer and took the opportunity to say goodbye.
Xuanhe suddenly asked, "Did Miss Lin copy the scriptures herself?"
Song Jinhuan shook his head.
Xuanhe sighed, "Miss Lin, why don't you stay and make a copy for me?"
Song Jinhuan suddenly swallowed hard. "But if we get back late, the palace meals..."
You know what I mean?
Xuanhe chuckled lightly: "You may stay and have a meal at the manor."
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