Aunt Wen became embarrassed by the praise and said with a smile, "I'm glad the young mistress likes it."
"Mmm, I like it very much!" Tang Xingmi smiled sweetly, her dimples radiating outwards.
She expressed her approval of Aunt Wen's cooking skills, saying she liked the taste—sweet and sour, smooth and delicious!
Seeing that the young mistress was pleased, Aunt Wen was also happy.
She was initially worried that the young mistress wouldn't like the taste, but she was surprised to find that the young mistress approved of and was satisfied with it. So, she made the milkshake for the young mistress every day.
Tang Xingmi sipped her sweet milkshake, looked up at Aunt Wen, and asked, "Aunt Wen, I want to ask you something."
"Please ask, young mistress?" Aunt Wen asked.
"I've been here for a few days, but I haven't seen Xiao Han's parents. Are they not here?"
Since arriving at the Fu family manor, she has only seen Fu Xiaohan's grandfather. She hasn't seen any of his other relatives. Are they all busy?
Tang Xingmi asked casually.
Aunt Wen, thinking that the young mistress was not an outsider, spoke from the bottom of her heart.
"Young Madam, you may not know this, but the young master lost his parents when he was 14 years old. He has been growing up with the master ever since."
Tang Xingmi's bright almond-shaped eyes widened in surprise when she heard Aunt Wen say that.
It turns out that his parents left him when he was a child.
Xiao Han is truly pitiful.
He must have been very lonely and sad at that time.
Aunt Wen sighed and said, "Young Master is also a pitiful person. He has to shoulder things that are not his age to bear at such a young age."
From then on, the young master's personality became cold and indifferent. He used to be a very cheerful person.
But the sudden loss of his parents was a huge blow to him.
From then on, he spoke less and less, and during that time he hardly spoke to anyone, shutting himself off.
I endured that helpless, desperate, and most painful time all by myself.
As Aunt Wen spoke, her voice choked with emotion, and her eyes became moist.
As Tang Xingmi listened, a strange pang of heartache welled up in her heart.
She knew all too well how unpleasant that feeling was; her parents had left her when she was three years old.
Only after that did she move into her aunt's house and try her best to make a living.
It turns out that Xiao Han also lost his parents when he was young, so we really feel a bit of sympathy for each other.
Tang Xingmi suddenly asked, "Aunt Wen, do you know what day Xiao Han's birthday is?"
Aunt Wen blurted out, "Young Master's birthday is October 26th."
He then added, "However, since that incident, the young master has never celebrated his birthday again."
Tang Xingmi carefully wrote it down.
I sat in the pavilion for a few minutes and rested for a while.
Thinking of something, she asked, "Aunt Wen, you said before that Xiao Han didn't eat lunch, right?"
“Yes, young mistress,” Aunt Wen said.
Tang Xingmi stood up. "Let's go back inside."
Aunt Wen asked, "Young Madam, are you rested enough?"
"Mm." Tang Xingmi nodded.
After receiving the young mistress's affirmative answer, Aunt Wen picked up her phone and made a call to Butler Wu.
Aunt Wen said to Tang Xingmi considerately, "Young Madam, please wait a moment. When the car arrives, you can get in and go back. It will save you a lot of effort."
If they walk back, the young mistress's body definitely won't be able to handle it.
It will take almost another hour to walk back to the front yard.
In addition, since the young mistress is currently pregnant, appropriate exercise is fine.
If excessive exercise has any impact on the young mistress's baby, then she would be committing a grave sin.
It's best to think it over carefully.
So she called Butler Wu and asked him to arrange a driver to pick up the young mistress and take her back to the front yard.
"Okay, okay." Tang Xingmi waited obediently in the pavilion.
Seeing that the car hadn't arrived yet, she sat down and waited while drinking the milkshake she hadn't finished.
When she finished the milkshake.
A black luxury car appeared near the pavilion.
Aunt Wen noticed the car and reminded Tang Xingmi, "Young Madam, the car has arrived."
"Okay, let's go then." Tang Xingmi stood up.
Aunt Wen said, "Young Madam, give me this empty bottle, I'll take it."
"It's alright, Aunt Wen, I can take it."
She could still lift the bottle, even though it was heavy.
Seeing that the young mistress liked the beautiful bottle very much, Aunt Wen did not force her to take it. Since the young mistress liked it, she let her have it.
I have many more of these pretty bottles at home.
Then she would use those pretty bottles to fill the milkshakes for the young mistress.
The young mistress will like it.
Tang Xingmi was helped down from the pavilion by Aunt Wen.
The driver was already standing in front of the car, opening the door and waiting for the young mistress to get in.
"Greetings, Madam." The driver greeted Tang Xingmi with a respectful nod.
Tang Xingmi politely replied, "Hello."
After getting into the car, Aunt Wen also sat in the back seat and closed the car door.
The driver got into the driver's seat, started the car, and drove towards the front yard.
Aunt Wen smiled kindly and said, "Young Madam, if you like this flavor of milkshake, I'll make it for you every day."
She loves it! She loves this flavor of milkshake so much!
She had never had such a delicious milkshake before (σ≧?▽?≦?)σ.
Tang Xingmi smiled happily when she heard that she could drink such delicious milkshakes every day. "I like Aunt Wen's milkshakes. Thank you, Aunt Wen."
"Young Madam, you're too kind."
It was an honor for her to be liked by the young mistress; how could she dare to accept the young mistress's thanks?
When Aunt Wen saw the young mistress smiling so sweetly, she also smiled.
It's so nice to be with the young mistress~
Sitting in the car, Tang Xingmi leaned her head against the window, a gentle breeze ruffling her hair, her two clear, bright eyes gazing out the window.
Looking out the car window at the beautiful scenery in the yard offers a completely different perspective.
Aunt Wen introduced this to her, explaining what this was and what that was.
Aunt Wen is right. If she were to take a walk alone without anyone following her, she really would get lost.
Because it's just too big!
She kept going around in circles, making her dizzy.
I decided to just stop watching.
Chatting with Aunt Wen, the two laughed and talked, and time passed quickly.
The car was parked in the front yard square.
Aunt Wen opened the car door and helped Tang Xingmi get out of the car.
As soon as she got out of the car, Tang Xingmi headed straight for the kitchen.
Aunt Wen followed behind, wondering what the young mistress wanted to do.
I thought the young mistress was hungry and wanted to eat, so she went to the kitchen to find something to eat.
Aunt Wen quickly stepped forward and asked, "Young Madam, are you hungry?"
Tang Xingmi said, "Aunt Wen, I'm not hungry."
She had a big lunch and just drank a milkshake, so she wasn't hungry at all.
Aunt Wen asked in confusion, "Then why did the young mistress go to the kitchen?"
"Aunt Wen, I want to make some delicious food for Xiao Han as a surprise," Tang Xingmi said as she walked.
gourmet food?
Cook?
The young mistress went to the kitchen to cook for the young master!
The young mistress looks like a child; can she really cook?
However, Aunt Wen still said with concern, "Young Madam, you are pregnant, so it's best if you don't go into the kitchen."
"We'll cook for the young master."
Tang Xingmi thought about how Fu Xiaohan had helped her a lot at the mall today, spending money on her and buying her so many beautiful clothes, bags, jewelry and other valuable items.
He who eats another's food is bound to do his bidding; he who takes another's money is obligated to do his bidding.
She had nothing to give him in return.
However, she's a pretty good cook.
My neighbor, Aunt Wang, had tried all the delicious food she made and praised it highly.
It would be a disservice to her culinary skills if she didn't open a restaurant.
This statement is not an exaggeration; it is the truth.
Tang Xingmi's cooking skills are praised by everyone who has tried her food.
Yao Yao once said that if Tang Xingmi could open a restaurant, the business would definitely be booming.
Because her family's cooking skills are truly amazing, absolutely no exaggeration!
Fu Xiaohan lacks nothing.
Why not cook him a delicious meal to repay him?
Otherwise, she would always feel guilty.
The food she makes herself will be more sincere.
Tang Xingmi said, "It's alright, Aunt Wen. I know you're worried about me and the baby in your belly. I'll be very careful. Trust me. If you're really worried, how about you stay by my side and help me out?"
Seeing the young mistress's eagerness to cook for the young master, she could understand.
I didn't want to discourage her feelings for the young master.
After considering for a moment, Aunt Wen said, "Young Madam, if you want to do it, then do it. I'll assist you."
Tang Xingmi looked at her bright smile and thanked her for her understanding, "Aunt Wen, you are so kind."
The two of them went into the kitchen together.
Once inside, the servants in the kitchen greeted Tang Xingmi respectfully, saying, "Hello, young mistress."
"Hello," she replied with a smile.
Aunt Wen instructed the other kitchen servants to leave, leaving the young mistress alone.
The maid left the kitchen.
Only Aunt Wen and Tang Xingmi remained.
Tang Xingmi glanced around the kitchen and could only describe it with one word: huge!
The kitchen is divided into a Chinese kitchen and a Western kitchen.
The one on the left is Chinese style, and the one on the right is Western style.
The space is very large.
The equipment was very complete, and she didn't even know the names of some of the items.
Aunt Wen stepped forward and asked, "Young Madam, would you like it done in a Chinese style or a Western style?"
After thinking for a moment, Tang Xingmi said, "Let's make it in a Chinese style."
She's better at Chinese-style dishes, but she's never made Western-style ones before, and practically has no idea how to do them, hehe~
"Okay." Having received the answer, Aunt Wen took a white apron with lace trim and came to her.
"Young Madam, let me tie it for you."
"Um."
Tang Xingmi stood still, and Aunt Wen gently passed her around her waist, tying a neat and cute bow behind her back.
"Aunt Wen, does Xiao Han have any dietary restrictions? Are there any foods he can't eat or doesn't like to eat?"
"Young Madam, the young master can't eat mangoes; he's allergic to them. That's all," Aunt Wen replied truthfully, tying her apron.
She silently noted that he was allergic to mangoes.
Tang Xingmi turned around and asked again, "What kind of food does he like to eat?"
Aunt Wen said, "Young Master prefers to eat fish."
"fish?"
"Yes, young master has loved eating fish since he was a child, you could say he never gets tired of it."
Fish is rich in nutrients, including amino acids and various trace elements. Now that it's the hottest time of summer, eating fish can not only stimulate the appetite, invigorate qi and kidneys, delay aging, and improve memory, but also clear heat and improve eyesight, making it a great choice.
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