Chapter 39【VIP】
Opesha never expected that Prince Henry would come to whisper to her.
Although he came and left unexpectedly, Opesha was still shocked.
She was sure that her identity had not been exposed, and Sinderel had not done anything in the palace without her knowledge. Then why did Prince Henry come?
Order? But she had already delivered the last order and repeatedly confirmed the quality, which was always the best. It couldn't be because of this.
It wasn't until three days later that a letter appeared in her mailbox.
The letter was stamped with royal wax, so she didn't dare to delay and quickly went into the store to open it.
The elegant scent of ink wafted towards me. The words were written in the prince's usual cursive handwriting: "Miss Sinderel, when I saw your reindeer the other day, I was reminded of the Bible's words, 'Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth.' If you allow me, I would like to visit you tomorrow, bringing a small gift and sharing a meal with you."
Ah. Opesha was stunned.
Her plan...actually succeeded?
Opesha was extremely excited by the unexpected surprise. She stuffed the letter inside and cleaned the store happily, thinking about how to improve the relationship between Sinderel and Henry tomorrow night.
The prince probably hasn't eaten the food from her place, so you can ask Sinderel to make two dishes for him.
Oh, and get Sinderel some new clothes!
She thought of Sinderell's worn-out clothes - Sinderell didn't like to dress up, and even when she suggested buying him new clothes, he always refused with the excuse that "I have enough clothes to wear."
However, the New Year is coming soon, and Xindrell will not refuse the reason of changing into new clothes for the New Year, right?
After figuring out everything, the three daughters came to the store with the materials.
Since the Count's banquet, Dusula and Anastasia began to take the initiative to take charge of the store's affairs. Although their motives were not pure and they just wanted to get more pocket money, it also relieved a lot of burden for Opesa.
"You're back?" Opesa put down her broom and walked happily in front of her three daughters. "Let's go for a walk in the street?"
Dusula and Anastasia were naturally excited, but Sinderel frowned slightly, "There are still some orders to be completed."
"Forget about work. Customers won't be coming to the store to pick up goods during this period. Chinese New Year is coming soon, so why not go to the street and buy some new clothes and food?"
"Yes, Sinderel, look at how long you have been wearing that dress. You have been wearing it since we came to this family. You should learn from the girls outside." Dusula rarely acted like a stern sister and lectured Sinderel.
"Let's go together?" Opesa pulled Sinderel's arm expectantly. "It's rare for the whole family to go out together."
"..." Xindrel looked at her speechlessly, then looked at his two sisters around him and pursed his lips.
A family.
This was the first time he had heard such a description.
He had never dared to ask for anything in the past, and had never experienced the feeling of family.
Now, does he have it?
After a moment of silence, he put down the bag on his back and replied softly, "Going once... is fine."
"Yeah!" The three people in front of her high-fived. Opesa lightly took out the purse from the counter and waved her hand, saying, "Let's go to First Avenue!"
They got into the carriage, and the wheels rolled up the mud and snow as they rumbled towards First Avenue.
Perhaps because it was near New Year, there were a few more people on the streets and the atmosphere had eased a little from being oppressive, but one could still see the indelible sadness on the faces of passers-by.
Since First Avenue was inaccessible by carriage, they found a place to park the carriage on Second Avenue and walked into First Avenue.
The two daughters met an acquaintance when they entered First Avenue. After greeting Opesha, they followed their sisters to the jewelry store.
Opesa turned back to Sinderel.
He stood behind her as usual, and came out wearing the same washed-out gray cotton robe and cloth skirt.
"Do you have any clothes that you like?" Opesha asked, but she realized the next second that if Sinderel had clothes that he liked to wear, he would not always refuse to buy new clothes.
Never mind, the answer would definitely be no. Opesha went all out, grabbed Sinderel's sleeve, and dragged him into the clothing store.
After choosing for a while, Opesa chose an orange-yellow dress, tried it on Sinderel, and nodded with satisfaction: "I think this one is pretty good."
Sinderel pursed her lips, wondering if there was something wrong with her aesthetic taste.
If he puts on that style, he will be transformed into a pumpkin in the field. There is no way he can wear it.
But Opesa was particularly stubborn today. Even though he refused, she still bought it and then kept nagging him in his ear, asking him to try it on.
Helpless, Sinderel had to grit her teeth and put on the skirt.
In an instant, Opesa's eyes widened.
The customers and employees in the store also widened their eyes.
When I went to change into my own clothes, I heard Opesa exclaim, "...So cute, like a little pumpkin."
Sinderel: ...
So she is?
Although he was extremely reluctant, he could not resist Opesa's constant nagging, so Sinderel had to walk out of the clothing store wearing the pumpkin costume.
"Ah...that's great. I finally bought you new clothes." Opesa walked in front with a cheerful voice. She was holding several bags in her hands, which were full of new clothes.
She was happy, but Sinderel was not so happy.
"Wow...this Yan"
"It smells very sweet..."
"Indeed..."
His ears were filled with the whispers of passers-by, which made his steps slow and he wished he could cut off their tongues.
"...Sinderel."
Sinderel looked up and found that Opesha was standing in front of him without him noticing.
His golden hair was scattered on his shoulders, and a few strands were blown behind his ears by the wind, revealing the tips of his ears that were red from the cold.
Opesa stared at the tips of his ears, which were red from the cold, and took off her scarf and hung it around his neck.
Sinderel shrank back from the residual heat. Opesa chuckled, "Why are you hiding?" Her fingertips were frozen, but she carefully circled his hair twice, leaving only her emerald eyes exposed. "Look, this way your ears won't be cold."
She tied her scarf carefully, and Sinderel watched her carefully.
Look at the unmelted snowflakes on her eyelashes, look at the ends of her drooping hair brushing against the back of her hands, look at her red, frozen fingertips moving through the wool.
After wrapping it up, Opesa took a step back: "Okay, like this-"
Before he could finish his words, a sharp wind blew in, carrying snowflakes. Sinderel couldn't help but close his eyes, and his scarf was blown loose, revealing half of the reddened tips of his ears.
He felt it was troublesome and reached out to pull off the scarf and return it to her, but he heard Opesa sigh, took a half step forward, and gently straightened it for him with her fingertips: "You, you never take good care of yourself."
Sindriel's breathing hitched.
He could see Opesa's warm white breath blending into his breath bit by bit, melting his frozen heart.
"That's enough." He suddenly grabbed her wrist. Opesa's hand stopped in mid-air, and the wool scarf dangled from between their fingers, forming a small arc. "You can leave..." He stopped talking.
"Too close?" Opesa raised an eyebrow, pushed his hand away, and put the scarf around him. "We slept in the same bed before."
Sinderel quickly looked away, pretending not to care: "Yeah." But his fingertips quietly hooked the wool end of the scarf and pulled it unnaturally.
Just like when I was in the trading house, I touched the food bowl with caution.
But this time, there was no danger, no threat, no fear.
There are only countless thoughts of desire.
The wind stopped.
The scarf was wrapped around my neck, feeling hot and warm.
He suddenly felt the tips of his ears getting even redder.
It wasn't because it was cold, but because she was too close to me, so close that I could smell the familiar fragrance on her body.
"Let's go." Opesa patted his shoulder and turned to walk into the street. "It's time to buy some food. The food in the warehouse is almost gone. Is there anything you want to eat?"
"……have."
"What?"
"I want to eat the sweet, white one."
"Oh, red bean paste buns? Sure."
They chatted along the way and bought the ingredients.
Sinderel followed Opesha back.
However, he found that Opesha did not go directly to where the carriage was parked, but turned around and came to the door of the post office.
He was waiting at the door with his things, while Opesa was writing a letter inside.
He wondered who Opesha was sending it to, but after thinking about it for a moment, he gave it no further thought.
Maybe it was a letter sent to Mr. Paul. She often wrote to Mr. Paul to explain the situation of the store and send some money.
There were still people outside pointing fingers at his clothes, but he didn't care and ignored them all.
Sinderel stood there, touching the scarf around his neck.
The wool still carried her warmth, like a small flame, burning his eyes. He looked down at his clothes and suddenly felt that they weren't so ugly.
After all, she picked it.
After sending the letter, Opesa walked out of the post office and ruffled Sinderel's hair. "Go home. Dusula and Anastasia should be at the carriage."
Physical contact became more frequent, but Sindriel no longer rejected it.
As long as she wants it, he will give it to her.
"Yeah." he replied.
go home.
The next morning, Sinderel saw Opesha busy in the kitchen.
He stood at the kitchen door, a little surprised: "You...got up so early?"
"Oh?" Opesa turned around, her face still stained with flour. She smiled brightly, "Good morning, didn't you say you wanted to eat red bean paste buns? So I got up early to make them for you."
"..." Xindrel choked and shook his head. He walked forward and gently wiped away the stubborn flour on her face. He frowned at her dark circles and said, "Let me do it."
Opesa just giggled, not understanding the deeper meaning behind his words: "That's great, you know how to feel sorry for your mother?"
"I'm not."
"Okay, I know you're not saying one thing and thinking another." Opesa moved to make room for him and continued making the red bean paste buns. "Let's do it together. It'll be faster this way."
Sinderel said nothing, but put on an apron, washed his hands, walked over to her, and pressed his fingertips into the dough on the chopping board.
Their hands intertwined over the dough. Opesa's fingertips were stained with red bean paste, Sinderel's palms were still cool from the water. As they kneaded the dough, it became a soft cloud.
When Anastasia and Dusula woke up, Dusula's cry came from outside the door: "Mother!"
Dusula's steps were hurried, almost sprinting over, and he almost couldn't stop and bumped into the door frame.
"What's wrong?" Opesa asked.
Her hair was a mess and her face was full of panic: "Door, outside!"
There is someone outside the door.
Sinderel lowered his eyes and prepared to go out with a knife.
Pace Trading House?
"Speak slowly, what happened outside the door?"
Dusula took a deep breath and said, "Outside the door, Prince Henry is here!"
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