Yu Huan walked over slowly.
"Take the chopsticks." Yin Chou said.
Yu Huan picked up the bamboo chopsticks on the table doubtfully. Was he so kind as to invite her to have dinner with him?
If that was the case, then she would tell him that she had someone add a lot of ginger to the soup...
"Why don't you serve me at meals? You don't even have the tact to do that." Yin Chou said jokingly with the corner of his lips curled.
Yu Huan closed her mouth and obediently picked up a piece of stir-fried bamboo shoots with chopsticks and put it on his clothes.
"You!" Yin Chou was speechless.
The little girl, who had never served anyone before, couldn't even pick up a dish properly.
"Why don't you let me do it?" Zhang Linzhou couldn't help but say.
"Forget it, just go out." Yin Chou waved his hand.
Yu Huan put down his chopsticks quickly and slipped away.
?
"I asked them to bring up another quilt, re-make the bed, and we slept together."
When Yu Huan returned, Lin Lang said to her.
"Okay." Yu Huan responded.
"If you had come a little later, I would have gone over to check on him. Did he give you any trouble?" Lin Lang asked worriedly.
"No." Yu Huan shook his head and climbed onto the bed.
Lin Lang felt relieved and blew out the candle.
Yin Chou listened to their conversation and raised his eyebrows in surprise. They actually stopped saying bad things about him.
It seems he has learned his lesson.
Just as I was thinking this, I picked up the spoon and was about to scoop a bowl of soup, but what I scooped out was a bowl of ginger slices.
Yin Chou looked at the ginger slices in confusion: "I remember I said at the beginning that I didn't want any seasonings like ginger and garlic."
"Maybe Miss Sang was in a hurry and heard it wrong." Zhang Linzhou excused Yu Huan.
Yin Chou lowered his head and saw the oil stains on his cuffs. He became even more annoyed and was too lazy to move his chopsticks.
Even if you can’t drink the soup, you can always drink the wine.
He opened the lid of the jar and poured a glass of wine. He only heard the sound of water dripping, but there was no smell of alcohol at all. He was a little confused for a moment.
Zhang Linzhou looked again and again, puzzled: "This looks like water, Your Highness."
"They're selling fake wine?" Yin Chou had traveled extensively, but he'd never seen such an arrogant shopkeeper. "Call their boss up."
Half a minute later, the innkeeper wondered, "Isn't that what you wanted? The girl who followed you here kept coming back, adding more ginger slices to the soup and water to the wine jar..."
Before the boss could finish his words, Yin Chou slammed the table.
He figured it all out, whether it was misunderstanding or carelessness, it was all intentional on her part. He gritted his teeth and just wanted to catch her and teach her a lesson.
"Young Master! Young Master! It's getting late. Miss Lin Lang might have gone to bed long ago. Let's talk about it tomorrow." Zhang Linzhou tried his best to hold the other person back.
At least, the person was pinned down.
"That's great, it's really great... No one has ever dared to tease me like this..."
Zhang Linzhou asked someone to clean up the mess in the room. He looked at Yin Chou who was mumbling non-stop with some worry, thinking that His Highness seemed to be going crazy.
After a long while, Yin Chou finally suppressed his anger. Just then, the waiter brought some water, so he sent them out to prepare for a bath.
As he unbuckled his belt, he checked the water temperature and was suddenly struck by the chill—it was a bucket of ice water.
"Why are you sending cold water up?" The Second Prince of Jing Kingdom rarely lost his composure and shouted angrily.
The waiter who had brought the water hadn't gone far when he returned tremblingly and replied, "That girl specifically told me that since the young master is young and hot-tempered, he needs to soak in ice water every night to feel better..."
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