The heavy bronze carved door quickly opened, and a man in black walked out.
The moonlight was like water, sprinkling on the man. His tall figure was like an elegant bamboo, and his handsome face bathed in the moonlight became even more handsome and elegant.
However, what attracted Tang Xili was the man's clothes.
A well-tailored new Chinese style youth outfit with a small stand-up collar that is three-dimensional and makes the neck look slender.
Above the neckline is a protruding Adam's apple, which, against the black background, makes the skin look fair and very sexy.
The top has a double-breasted design with exquisite and gorgeous metal buttons that emit a subtle luster.
The clothes are slightly loose, slim but not tight, full of the fragrance of poetry and books, and her figure is like the bright moon and elegant like the breeze.
Tang Xili took a step forward, wanting to take a closer look at his clothes, but a small bunch of purple hyacinths blocked her sight.
Yong Zhixu held a hyacinth in his hand, his eyes showing a gentle smile as he greeted her: "Good evening, Miss Tangxi."
The streets were quiet, and the magnetic sound fell into Tang Xili's ears along with the rustling night wind.
Her eyelashes drooped as she looked at the hyacinth. She reached out to take it and fiddled with the petals with her fingertips. "What is the meaning of this flower this time?"
Yong Zhixu chuckled, "The flower language of hyacinth is, may you enjoy life to the fullest."
Tang Xili nodded, "Thank you."
"Please come in." Yong Zhixu made a 'please' gesture and took her into the house.
The courtyard with only a few magnolia trees is clean and simple. The flowering period is almost over, and there are only a few scattered flowers among the lush leaves of the magnolia trees. Under the lawn lights and the night sky, the lonely white is quietly blooming.
The lights in the villa were bright, and Yong Zhixu brought Tang Xili to the banquet hall.
A six-seat European palace-style dining table was laid out with flowers and clean dishes. Yong Zhixu pulled out the main chair and invited her to sit down.
"Miss Tangxi, please take a seat. The meal will be ready soon."
After placing the Tangxi pears, Yong Zhixu went into the kitchen.
The sound of frying came from the kitchen. Tang Xili was curious. Was he cooking by himself?
With curiosity in her heart, Tang Xili walked lightly to the kitchen door.
I saw a man in a black apron standing in front of the stove, his sleeves rolled up, revealing his strong and powerful arms. He held the pot in one hand and flipped the spoon in the other, his movements skillfully.
The range hood sucked away all the fumes produced by the dishes. The dim light reflected the man's slightly tense neck line, which was full of tension.
The slender hands have clear joints, and the blue veins appear so distinct when the skin is tightened, full of desire.
Hearing about it is one thing, seeing it with your own eyes is another.
Even though he said he could cook, Tang Xili was still surprised. It was strange that a young master as noble as him could also dabble in house water.
The man finished cooking a dish, put it on a plate, and when he was scrubbing the pot to cook the next dish, he saw Tangxi pears out of the corner of his eye.
"Ms. Tangxi? Why are you here? How long have you been standing outside?"
Tang Xili walked into the kitchen and took a look at the stir-fried asparagus tips he had made. The aroma filled her nostrils and she smiled, "Mr. Yong cooks well."
The man who received the compliment was delighted in his heart, but he did not show it on his face. "Miss Tangxi, the kitchen is very fumy, you should wait in the banquet hall. Sorry, I don't know when you will come, so I can only prepare the ingredients first."
Tang Xili looked along the long cupboard and saw a lot of ingredients prepared, which they bought at the supermarket at noon.
Wagyu beef, Australian lobster, salmon, crab, bamboo shoots, snow peas, shrimp, porcini mushrooms...
"Mr. Yong, we can't eat so much, so there's no need to make so much."
Yong Zhixu was already frying the second dish, bamboo shoots and bacon. There was also butter in a frying pan on another stove. He raised his hand and threw the porcini mushrooms into it.
"It's not much, Miss Tangxi, just wait for me for another twenty minutes and it will be ready."
He adjusted the induction cooker and methodically placed the crabs into the steamer.
I steamed the crabs, flipped the vegetables in the two pots, and blanched the snow peas...
Tang Xili thought he was amazing. She couldn't cook. When she first arrived abroad, her "adoptive mother" asked her to learn how to cook. She accidentally blew up the kitchen and never entered the kitchen again since then.
She silently picked up the dishes he had cooked and left the kitchen.
The man calculated the time very accurately. If he said twenty minutes, it meant twenty minutes.
After the last dish of baked Australian lobster with cheese was placed on the table, the man went back into the kitchen.
Tang Xili looked at the eight dishes on the table, thinking there would be more, so she stretched her neck to look, but the lights suddenly went out and the room became dark.
Only a faint moonlight filtered in, illuminating the general outline of the room.
Tang Xili panicked, frowned, and stood up, her voice a little anxious, "Mr. Yong? Is there a power outage in your house?"
As the words fell, a flickering candlelight moved from the direction of the kitchen.
The man walked in holding a four-inch cake with a candle and a blue number 8 on it.
"Miss Tangxi..." Yong Zhixu came to Tangxi Li and lifted up the pink castle-shaped cake and held it in front of her. "I wonder if 8-year-old Yangyang would be willing to accept my cake?"
Tang Xili's body trembled.
8-year-old Yangyang...
She stared at the cake in the man's hand, her eyes becoming distant.
She only celebrated her birthday twice in her life.
When she was five years old, her mother put a small cake in her hand and said, "Happy birthday, Yangyang."
When she was six years old, she stuffed a cake into her unconscious mother's hands and wished herself a happy birthday.
She was the illegitimate child conceived by her mother during her marriage. The An family regarded her as a disgrace, and no one except her mother remembered her birthday.
In fact, today was not her birthday. She was born in winter and her mother died the day before her birthday.
Since then, she has never celebrated her birthday again...
Seeing her standing there motionless, Yong Zhixu panicked. Could it be that he had misunderstood and she had not come out?
If that was the case, then by doing this, he was killing her with a knife.
Thinking of this possibility, Yong Zhixu panicked even more and apologized hastily: "I'm sorry, Miss Tangxi, I acted on my own initiative. I will take it away immediately. I'm sorry..."
The man felt extremely guilty and turned around to take the cake away.
Tang Xili came back to her senses and reached out to grab the man's forearm.
In the dim and silent room, her voice, slightly tearful, rang out, "Mr. Yong, thank you. 8-year-old Yangyang... loves it very much."
Hearing this, Yong Zhixu's panic instantly subsided. She breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time, her heart ached and she cried.
He turned around, smiled, and handed the cake back to her, "Miss Tangxi, make a wish and blow out the candles."
Tang Xili closed her eyes, made a silent wish, and then blew out the candle that was almost burned out.
Without the candlelight, the room fell into darkness again.
Yong Zhixu did not turn on the light immediately, but reached out and gently hugged Tang Xili.
This hug was not mixed with any erotic thoughts, it was simply because I felt sorry for her and wanted to hug her.
Perhaps she felt the man's kindness, Tang Xili did not push him away, and allowed him to pat her back gently from time to time as if coaxing a child.
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