Xiao Yu looked at Shen Weiwan's sparkling almond eyes, and suddenly chuckled, and his folding fan "swish" opened to cover half of his face: "How difficult is this." He waved the fan and spoke slowly, "Which came first, the chicken or the egg? It all depends on-" He deliberately kept it a secret until Shen Weiwan couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, then continued, "It depends on what you want to eat. If you want chicken soup, you have to have a chicken first; if you want egg custard, you have to have an egg first."
Everyone was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter. Editor Chen was so angry that he blew his beard and glared, then stormed off, saying, "Absurd! Your Highness, what's the point? This is pure heresy!"
Xiao Yu raised his eyebrows and looked at Chen Bianxiu, whose face was ashen with anger: "Oh? Then tell me, sir, if there is no cook, even if there are chickens all over the mountain and baskets full of eggs, how can they be turned into fragrant chicken soup and smooth egg custard?" He turned to Shen Weiwan, his eyes suddenly softened, like a pool of spring water, "So, it doesn't matter whether the chicken or the egg came first, what matters is-"
He took a half step forward and lowered his voice, so that the people around him who were holding their breath could hear clearly: "The most important thing is to have a chef who can make the sweet-scented osmanthus cake you like."
Shen Weiwan was stunned for a moment, then laughed so hard that she almost fell over, tears streaming down her face. She pointed at him and couldn't straighten her back: "Your Highness! Your answer... is so crooked and reasonable! It's a waste of talent not to go into storytelling!"
The people around laughed even more happily. Butcher Zhang slapped his thigh and shouted, "Your Highness is right! Without a cook, chickens and eggs are useless! If my wife doesn't know how to stew chicken, I'll never be able to drink chicken soup in my life!"
Editor Chen was so angry that his beard stood up. He stamped his feet and cursed, "A rotten tree cannot be carved! Ridiculous! Absurd!" After that, he turned around and left, causing everyone to laugh even louder.
Behind the carved window of Xiefang Courtyard, Liu clutched a twisted silk handkerchief, her nails digging into her flesh as the handkerchief was crumpled. Shen Ruorou spoke timidly, her voice as soft as a mosquito's: "Mother, the Seventh Prince is too... too good to Shen Weiwan, isn't he?"
"Okay?" Liu turned her head suddenly, a trace of viciousness flashed in her eyes, and the corners of her mouth twisted into an ugly arc, "What a bullshit! I don't believe he can protect that little bitch for the rest of his life!" She stared at the two people who were smiling at each other downstairs, as if she wanted to poke two holes in them with her eyes, "Wait, when I find the opportunity, I will make sure that little bitch Shen Weiwan can't get married! Even if she marries a beggar, she can't let her enjoy the glory!"
At the gate of the General's Mansion, Xiao Yu looked at Shen Weiwan's smiling face, and a soft spot in his heart was gently touched. He took a step forward and said in a low voice, so that only the two of them could hear: "Does my answer meet Miss Shen's expectations?"
Shen Weiwan stopped smiling, looked at the undisguised seriousness in his eyes, and nodded solemnly: "Satisfied." She thought of the cold and despair in the snow in her previous life, and then looked at the warmth in the eyes of the man in front of her. Her nose suddenly felt a little sour, "But... Your Highness, why are you so nice to me?"
Xiao Yu looked at her red eyes and reached out his hand, wanting to brush away the melon seed crumbs that had accidentally stained her cheek. His fingertips paused in mid-air, and finally he picked up a piece of still-warm osmanthus cake from the lunch box and pressed it into her hand. "Because..." He paused, his Adam's apple rolling slightly, his voice as gentle as the spring breeze, "Because I want you to be able to eat sweet osmanthus cake every day for the rest of your life."
Shen Weiwan held the warm osmanthus cake, feeling the delicate touch on her fingertips and the sweet fragrance of osmanthus lingering on her nose. She lowered her head and took a small bite. The soft and glutinous cake melted on her tongue, and the sweetness spread to the deepest part of her heart.
Chun Tao was laughing as she watched from the side, and secretly winked at the Seventh Prince, receiving a helpless yet doting look from him in return.
At this moment, a burst of hurried footsteps came from the direction of Xiefangyuan. Liu Shi suddenly rushed out with Shen Ruoruo. Liu Shi's bun was askew and her red gold step was shaky. She pointed at Shen Weiwan and shouted in a shrill voice: "Chen Weiwan! You shameless little bitch! You are having a secret meeting with the Seventh Prince again! How shameless!"
Shen Weiwan swallowed the osmanthus cake in her mouth and turned around. The smile on her face was still there, but a thin layer of ice formed in her eyes: "Auntie, you are joking." She raised the osmanthus cake in her hand and said in a clear voice, "Your Highness saw that I was bored and tired, so he came to send me some snacks. Unlike Auntie, who only wanted to marry me to a pig butcher or a lame man, and was afraid that I would marry well."
The surrounding people immediately remembered Liu's previous scandal, and boos and laughter broke out. Liu's face turned pale and then pale, and suddenly she pointed at the Seventh Prince and screamed, "Your Highness, Seventh Prince! How can you be so shameless as to have an affair with a concubine's daughter?"
Xiao Yu's eyes instantly turned cold. He took a step forward, calmly standing in front of Shen Weiwan. His voice was icy and piercing: "Liu, watch your words." The pressure he emanated from her made Liu subconsciously take a half step back. "My relationship with Miss Shen is aboveboard, but you, repeatedly trying to destroy Miss Shen's reputation, what is your intention?"
Liu was frightened by the coldness in his eyes and trembled all over, but she still said stubbornly: "I...I just care about her! I'm afraid she's been deceived!"
"Care?" Shen Weiwan sneered, took a step forward, and looked directly into Liu's evasive eyes. "Do you care whether I marry that butcher with yellow teeth in the east city? Or that lame Mr. Li in the west city? Auntie's concern is really touching."
The people around laughed even harder, and some even applauded. Liu was filled with shame and anger, and her vision went dark. She almost fainted. Shen Ruorou, who was beside her, hurriedly supported her. The gold hairpin in her bun fell to the ground with a "clack".
Xiao Yu no longer paid attention to the Liu who had lost her composure, and turned to Shen Weiwan, his tone returning to a gentle tone: "This king will send you in first."
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