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The weather in late April is changeable.
The sky was clear and cloudless a few days ago, but it has been raining for several days in a row.
The rain stopped this morning, and at 7:30 in the morning, the sky was still dark and gloomy, but the air smelled wonderful.
The tree-lined avenue outside Beishan Villa is lined with sycamore trees. The leaves of the sycamore trees for more than ten miles sway slightly in the breeze in the early morning after the rain.
Raindrops flow down the veins of the leaves and fall to the ground.
The man came out of the kitchen with a glass of warm milkshake, a strawberry milkshake.
There was a new crop of strawberries in the backyard greenhouse, so he picked some and made a milkshake.
Ji Qianchong said the banana milkshake he had just had a few days ago was too sweet. He couldn't taste sweetness or anything too sweet; he never touched anything sweet.
"How does it taste?" Ji Liangnian asked Xia Song beside him.
Xia Song took a sip cautiously and had only two words to say - delicious!
"Master Jiu, you are such a great cook." He raised his head and blurted out.
This time, he used 15 grams less fructose to reduce the sweetness. He asked Xia Song to taste test it, but it was the same as before: no effect at all.
Ji Liangnian walked out of the restaurant with the glass in his hand, glancing at Xia Song as he left.
Xia Song stood up straight immediately, subconsciously clenching the glass of milkshake in his hands. "Master Jiu, I know. If Madam is still not satisfied, just say it was the servants who made it and ask them to improve it."
Only after Ji Liangnian left did Xia Song retract his gaze.
He lowered his head and looked at the milkshake.
He had been in the Ji family since he was very young and was a subordinate trained by the old patriarch. Four years ago, the Ninth Master asked him to follow him.
Since he was a child, he had heard a rumor about the Ji family - the ninth son of the Ji family was cold-natured, but gifted and quite liked by the old patriarch.
At the age of ten, he controlled half of the Ji clan and at the age of fourteen, he was designated as the future head of the clan. Such a person is respected by everyone from birth.
I never thought that Jiu Ye could cook.
and……
Xia Song looked at the glass in his hand. The milkshake had a faint strawberry scent, which smelled sweet.
And he did it so well, just like the Jiu Ye in the past, who had wholeheartedly pampered, loved, and taken care of someone for a period of time. These were things he was used to and could do easily.
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Ji Liangnian walked to the bedroom door as usual, and naturally moved more quietly after opening the door.
Every weekend, Ji Qianchong would sleep until noon. If she was woken up before ten o'clock, she would get angry.
The man walked to the bed and looked at the little head sticking out from under the quilt.
He bent down, reached out and gently pinched her face, rubbing his fingertips on her cheek. "Get up when you wake up."
On the bed, a small ball was bulging in the quilt.
Ji Qianchong stuck his arms out from under the quilt, yawned, and stretched.
She closed her eyes and slowly sat up. She opened her eyes a little, and her blurry gaze fell on the man's face in front of her for a moment.
After getting married and living with him for a few days, it felt like I was back to the time when my brother was still around.
Every time I woke up, my brother was by my bedside. It felt like the very beginning of my day, with this person who protected me right beside me.
I feel very peaceful.
Ji Qianchong stretched out his arm and put it on the man's neck, resting his head in his arms, "Brother, I'm hungry."
The man put his arm around her waist and lifted her up with one hand, letting her sit on the edge of the bed.
He pressed the milkshake into her hands, "The maid made it, less sugar."
Ji Qianchong didn't look at it any further, just tilted his head back and took a few big gulps.
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