Looking at the young master's expectant eyes, Han Xiao plucked up the courage to take the spoon and take a sip.
This sip gave Han Xiao an indescribable feeling. Han Xiao had never tasted anything so sweet. In addition to being extremely sweet, it also had a strange taste that he couldn't describe.
For a moment, Han Xiao's expression froze. After swallowing it with difficulty, he didn't know how to drink the rest.
The young master looked at Han Xiao's expression and asked, "How is it, Brother Han Xiao? Is it good to drink?"
Han Xiao forced a smile and said, "Yeah, it's delicious. Ruanruan's craftsmanship is very good."
"Really? I told you I have this talent, and daddy also criticized me. I must let daddy have a taste next time." The young master jumped back and forth happily beside Han Xiao.
"Yeah, yes, next time I can let Uncle Lin have a try." Looking at the young master's happy look, Han Xiao couldn't bear to hit his self-confidence. After all, it's better to share happiness with others than to enjoy it alone. Besides, apart from being extremely sweet and having a bit of a strange taste, there's nothing special about it. Maybe it's not that bad after all. Han Xiao kept hypnotizing himself in his heart.
"Okay, Brother Han Xiao, eat quickly. If you like it, I'll make it for you next time you come." The young master lay beside Han Xiao.
Will there be another next time? Han Xiao shuddered: "No need to trouble Ruanruan, just let the cook do these things, Ruanruan, just have fun, okay?"
Han Xiao coaxed softly. He was really afraid that the young master would make some dark dishes again.
"But I want to make it for you. It's written in the notebook." The young master lowered his head and kept twisting the corner of his clothes.
Han Xiao was moved when he heard this. Although the young master's cooking skills were not very good, he was kind to him: "Ruanruan, let's just read the storybook. If you hurt yourself while cooking, I will feel bad."
"But..." The young master wanted to refute, and looked at Han Xiao with a knotted brow: "But I'm not afraid of getting hurt, and I'm very happy to cook for Brother Han Xiao."
Han Xiao sighed, put down the bowl in his hand, and hugged the young master in his arms: "I am happy when you cook for me, but I am also sad that Ruanruan is injured, right? If Ruanruan wants to do something, why not give me a lucky charm."
Xiu Jinniang shouldn't be that dangerous. He was really worried about letting Ruanruan cook, and the young master shouldn't do these things.
The young master blushed as he listened to Han Xiao's deep voice and nuzzled into Han Xiao's arms: "Okay, I'll listen to you. Don't worry, I'll embroider a very, very beautiful brocade bag for you."
The young master tilted his face upwards, his eyes shining like the Milky Way in the dark night. Han Xiao felt like he was about to fall into them.
Pinching the soft flesh on the young master's face: "Well, then I'll wait, I will also prepare a gift for Ruanruan."
When the young master heard this, he broke free from Han Xiao's arms and said, "I don't want Brother Han Xiao's gift. Brother Han Xiao, you have to save money to marry me."
Thinking of Han Xiao's lavish spending in Wanbaolou, the young master felt worried to death. What will he do in the future if his brother Han Xiao spends so much money? He doesn't know if his own small treasury will be enough.
Looking at the young master's adorable appearance, Han Xiao felt soft in his heart. He took the young master's hand and joked, "Don't worry, Ruanruan, I still have the betrothal gift for you."
The young master finally realized what he had said. Ah, he was such a fool. How could he say such words? What if Brother Han Xiao thought he was too proactive?
The young master said with an anxious face: "Brother Han Xiao, please stop talking. You haven't finished your plum blossom soup yet?"
Han Xiao's heart choked. Why did he remember it now? He thought the young master had forgotten it.
Looking at the young master's bright expression, Han Xiao had no choice but to pick it up again and wonder whether he should just swallow it in one gulp. Then he heard the young master say, "Let me have a taste. I haven't tasted it since I made it."
The young master felt a little greedy and said eagerly while looking at the plum blossom soup in Han Xiao's hand.
Han Xiao thought something was wrong and immediately raised his head to drink the whole bowl of plum blossom soup. The plum blossom soup was a little cold, but the sweetness was even stronger, so greasy that Han Xiao almost vomited it out.
After drinking it, Han Xiao managed to keep his expression unchanged: "No, this is made by Ruanruan for me, so I can only drink it myself."
Seeing this, the young master pouted and said, "I just wanted to taste it, but you didn't even let me drink it."
Han Xiao thought to himself, "I'm afraid you'll cry if I give you the drink," but he continued, "Isn't this what Ruanruan made for me? How about this: I'll eat the food that Ruanruan makes, and I'll also make delicious food for Ruanruan, okay?"
The young master smiled brightly after hearing this, his whole face glowing: "Well, as long as Brother Han Xiao wants to eat, I will make it for you. Brother Han Xiao, what do you like to eat? I will learn more from the cook."
"Ruanruan, just make something simple, clear soup noodles." Han Xiao hesitated for a moment. Clear soup noodles are simple, and the young master shouldn't make them taste bad.
"Just clear soup noodles? Is there anything else? I want to make lots of delicious food for Brother Han Xiao."
Han Xiao couldn't help but touch his nose and said, "Don't do that. Just keep being cute." But Han Xiao didn't dare to say these words to the young master. If he said them, the young master would probably be angry and ignore him for several days.
"Ruanruan, start with the simple ones, but you have to focus on the secret." Han Xiao tried hard to change the subject, trying not to let the young master's mind wander to studying cooking again.
Today's plum blossom soup has served as a lesson. I wonder what the young master can make in the future. Han Xiao couldn't help but shudder as he thought about it.
Sensing Han Xiao's movements, the young master looked puzzled. Was it cold in the warm room? Why didn't he feel it? It seemed that he would have to ask his father to turn up the temperature a little more next time.
Seeing that the young master was no longer worried about the meal, Han Xiao finally breathed a sigh of relief. Chuyi brought a pot of tea to Han Xiao just in time to suppress the sweetness in his mouth.
Chuyi really has a deep understanding of the young master's cooking skills. Seeing that Han Xiao can finish it in one bite, he respects him as a warrior. He and the young master are definitely in true love, otherwise Mrs. Ruan would not be willing to eat the food cooked by the young master?
Han Xiao felt better after drinking a pot of tea. The young master sat beside him, still thinking about what kind of brocade bag to make for Han Xiao. The young master's face was wrinkled with worry.
Chuyi and Shiwu brought out a lot of fabrics and placed them aside for Han Xiao to choose.
The young master lowered his head and said embarrassedly: "Brother Han Xiao, take a look at what color you like."
Han Xiao stood up and looked through them. They were all high-quality fabrics, some of which had never been seen in Jinshang Pavilion. It seemed that Master Ruan saw that the production was relatively small, so he gave them to the young master to play with.
Picking up a navy blue fabric from among them: "This is it."
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