Uncle Mo skillfully operated the stove, his eyes focused and serious, as if he were engaged in a sacred and meticulous artistic creation.
The flames danced merrily in the stove, like a group of lively little elves, reflecting on his face, which was etched with the marks of time yet brimming with concentration.
His hands were busy in the stove, sometimes adjusting the heat, sometimes turning the ingredients. Every movement was skillful and smooth, like a beautiful dance.
Fortunately, this farm located on the outskirts of Beijing has always been well-stocked with all kinds of ingredients, like an inexhaustible treasure trove, ready to meet any need.
The stove fire in the small kitchen always burned year after year.
Like a loyal and persistent guardian, its power never dies out, providing strong protection in response to various emergencies.
The stove fire emitted a warm glow, illuminating the entire small kitchen and adding a cozy atmosphere to Uncle Mo's busy work.
Otherwise, given the tight schedule and arduous task, he really wouldn't know how to prepare such hot, delicious, and visually appealing dishes so quickly and thoughtfully.
He knew in his heart that the prince's deep affection for the princess was like a surging river, endless and unending, and like a towering mountain, steadfast and unwavering.
If the princess were to become ill from lack of care, the prince would be heartbroken upon learning of it.
He saw and remembered the deep affection between the prince and princess, as if it were a precious painting, deeply imprinted in his mind.
Naturally, they would do their utmost to take meticulous care of the princess's daily life, daring not to be negligent or careless in the slightest, as if guarding the most precious treasure in the world.
After finishing her meal, Su Jinyun exuded an elegance that had been refined over the years in every gesture.
She gently put down her bowl and chopsticks, her movements slow and graceful, as if time itself had slowed down for her.
She leaned slightly against the back of the chair, her slender figure outlined in the candlelight, creating a soft yet resolute silhouette.
Although his eyes revealed a hint of fatigue from a long journey, the wisdom and insight they contained shone like bright stars, impossible to conceal in the slightest.
The butler entered the room at just the right time, his eyes constantly watching Su Jinyun's every move.
Seeing that she had finished eating, he immediately stepped forward with light and steady steps, his demeanor showing humility and skill.
He carefully gathered the plates one by one, each movement as gentle as a breeze across a lake, as if afraid of making the slightest sound and disturbing Su Jinyun.
The plates seemed like precious treasures in his hands; he meticulously wiped every corner to ensure nothing was missed.
Just as the housekeeper was about to quietly leave to create a tranquil environment for Su Jinyun, the tightly closed door was gently pushed open.
A series of light, steady footsteps broke the brief silence in the room.
Xuan Ying stood tall and straight like a pine tree, his steps were agile and powerful. He was the first to step into the room. His figure was like a black gust of wind, carrying an invisible aura of killing intent.
Immediately afterward, Pei Yanci followed with steady and unhurried steps into the room.
Pei Yanci's expression was solemn, his tightly furrowed brows seemed to hold a thousand thoughts, and his deep eyes revealed an indescribable worry.
The butler looked up and quickly glanced at the two of them. Based on his years of experience, he instantly realized that it was not advisable to stay any longer.
So he began to pack the food boxes faster and faster, but he maintained a steady rhythm without any panic or haste.
He skillfully closed the food box, his hands moving with the agility of a dancer.
He then bowed slightly, the angle of his forward lean just right, expressing both respect for everyone and his own composure.
He retreated with extremely fast yet light and silent steps, and as he exited the room, he made sure to gently close the door behind him.
The door closed so gently, like a feather falling to the ground, ensuring that the privacy of the conversation inside was not compromised in the slightest.
Su Jinyun turned her head slightly, her lively eyes like a deep lake, instantly locking onto Pei Yanci, who had a serious expression.
She was incredibly perceptive, judging solely from Pei Yanci's solemn expression at that moment.
He had already guessed that Xuan Ying must be on his way, and gave him a detailed explanation of the general situation.
So she tilted her head slightly, a hint of concern in her eyes.
He gently instructed Xuan Ying, "Go to the small kitchen for your meal. You've been traveling with me tirelessly all this way, so you must be starving."
Go have a good meal first to regain your strength, as you may have many things to deal with later.
After Xuan Ying left to carry out her orders, she refocused all her attention on Pei Yanci without reservation.
Her expression grew increasingly solemn, as if a layer of gloom had quietly enveloped her face.
Her eyes revealed deep worry and concern, her gaze seemingly able to pierce through the fog and uncover the truth of the matter.
She bit her lip slightly and slowly asked, "Pei must know the general situation. Has anything amiss in the capital these past few days? Has the Fifth Prince made any moves recently?"
When Su Jinyun asked this question, Pei Yanci didn't bother with pleasantries or small talk. His expression remained calm and composed as he reached out and picked up the teapot on the table.
The teapot has a simple and elegant shape and a warm and delicate texture, as if it bears the marks of time and the sedimentation of history.
In his hands, the teapot seemed to take on a solemn air, perfectly complementing the tense atmosphere.
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