The Zhao family is having dinner later than usual today.
Zhao Cheng, Zhao Lele, and Lin Fengyu held special status and occupied a table at the front. The other family members and relatives ate in the back building. The table was laden with dishes, and a servant brought out a medium-sized silver pot and placed it in the center.
Zhao Lele is folding a paper airplane.
Lin Fengyu taught Zhao Lele English all day, and no matter how unreasonable Zhao Lele was, he always smiled. Zhao Lele felt like she had punched a pillow; she was angry but also resentful. During dinner that evening, she stole Lin Fengyu's book, tore out the pages one by one, and folded them into paper airplanes.
The papers covered in English writing were deftly flipped and folded in Zhao Lele's hands. At first, they were folded with sharp edges and corners, but later she became impatient and the papers became more and more strangely shaped.
Sizzle, sizzle. Sheets of paper perished under Zhao Lele's hands. Zhao Lele folded one up, threw it with all her might, and the paper airplane spun weakly before fluttering to the ground.
Zhao Cheng opened his eyes wide, pretending not to see. He cheerfully called out, "Lele, dinner's ready! We've got a big dish today!"
Just as Zhao Lele was about to reply, she saw Lin Fengyu gracefully walk to the table, her face somewhat pale. Forgetting about Zhao Cheng for a moment, she immediately tore off two more sheets of paper and quickly folded them into two crooked, misshapen airplanes. With two "hehe!" sounds, she sent the airplanes flying towards Lin Fengyu.
Lin Fengyu raised her eyelids slightly, glanced at the writing on the airplane, and remained silent. She lifted her skirt slightly and sat down opposite Zhao Lele.
Zhao Cheng scolded, "Lele, act like a girl!"
Zhao Lele pouted, kicked the chair back a bit, and plopped down on it.
The wine glasses were crystal clear, and the aroma was intoxicating. The exquisite tableware gleamed under the lamplight. Zhao Cheng had a penchant for luxury, and even his family banquets were lavish affairs.
A servant stepped forward and lifted the lid of the silver pot. A strong, pungent smell of mutton wafted out. Lin Fengyu frowned slightly, while Zhao Lele immediately glared at him: "Old man, is this the main dish you were talking about?"
"Fresh goat milk makes delicious lamb!" Zhao Cheng laughed. "The goats on the island are different from those back home; they have a unique flavor. Lele, don't smell it, it's great! Xiaoyu, you should have some too." The last part of his sentence was addressed to Lin Fengyu, and his tone was surprisingly affectionate.
The mutton soup was cooked to a beautiful, glossy color, and the meat even seemed to be trembling slightly. Zhao Lele glanced at it twice, but finally couldn't resist her curiosity and took a spoonful. It was indeed incredibly delicious.
Zhao Lele fell silent.
For a moment, only the rustling sounds of eating filled the table. Zhao Cheng occasionally told jokes to ease the atmosphere. His crude jokes made the servants laugh.
After several rounds of drinks and several dishes, Zhao Cheng couldn't stay still. Perhaps it was the mutton's pungent nature, but he was particularly in high spirits today. However, Lin Fengyu was eating with his head down, not saying a word, which was rather boring.
Zhao Cheng pointed to the wine bottle on the table and instructed the servant, "Go and pour a cup for the young lady."
The eldest young lady is Zhao Lele, and the young lady is Lin Fengyu. A servant stepped forward as ordered, about to pick up the wine bottle, when Zhao Lele snatched it away: "She still has to coax me to sleep tonight, and her breath reeks of alcohol; who is she trying to kill with that stench?"
"Trying to coax you again?" Zhao Cheng was a little embarrassed. "Lele, you should also tell your sister to take a rest."
Zhao Lele snorted, "Rest? What rest? She's my servant. Not only does she have to coax me to sleep, but she also has to read poetry to me at night."
“That collection of poems was all yours—” Zhao Cheng glanced at the paper airplanes lying dead on the ground.
"I don't care!" Zhao Lele said domineeringly. "I can't touch a single drop of wine. Why don't you get out of here?" The last sentence was directed at the maid.
Lin Fengyu glanced at Zhao Cheng, a smile that was half helpless and half forced. Zhao Cheng knew that tonight's plans were going to fall through again, and when he saw Lin Fengyu's eyes, his bones melted.
Lin Fengyu inevitably had to spend the evening with Zhao Lele. If he wanted to get things done, he could only do so during the short time before Zhao Lele went to sleep. Zhao Cheng kept giving Lin Fengyu meaningful glances, but the latter seemed not to notice.
Left with no other choice, Zhao Cheng said, "Xiaoyu, bring me a bowl of soup."
"Why are you ordering her around when you have a servant available?" Zhao Lele was very dissatisfied with her personal servant being bossed around. She glared at the servant and said, "Are you just going to watch? Your father wants soup!"
Zhao Cheng could only helplessly try to salvage the situation, saying, "Xiaoyu is closer to the soup, never mind, just get me a bowl. Whose father... sigh..."
Zhao Lele was insulting Zhao Cheng, calling him a servant father. Zhao Cheng was used to his daughter's capriciousness and didn't take it to heart.
Lin Fengyu covered his mouth and smiled.
For some reason, Zhao Lele found that smile extremely displeasing. Taking advantage of the moment when the maid was serving Zhao Cheng soup, Zhao Lele raised her chin and said, "Hey, you serve me a bowl too."
Lin Fengyu fluttered her eyelashes, said nothing, and stood up to serve Zhao Lele soup. Zhao Lele then said, "I don't want duck soup, I want goat milk!"
This is completely making trouble out of nothing. The mutton and goat milk have already been cooked until they're completely blended together. Where are we going to get goat milk for Zhao Lele? Zhao Cheng was about to open his mouth when Zhao Lele glared at him with her fierce eyes, and he fell silent.
Left with no other choice, Lin Fengyu stood up, bent down slightly, and reached out a spoon to the mutton soup. He pressed the spoon down on the surface of the soup. The soup was squeezed, and the mutton milk inside was squeezed out, gradually overflowing half a spoon.
Lin Fengyu's back was faintly visible beneath the thin gauze dress. The light shone on her spine, making its lines appear almost meltingly soft. Her hair was jet black, gathered at the back of her head like a soft cloud. Her forehead was smooth and full, with two faint lines as fine as if scratched by the tip of a wolf's hair. Beads of sweat clung to her forehead, seemingly slippery. Her expression was focused, her neck long and slender, her nails soft and smooth. The goat milk trembled in the spoon, covered with a thin layer of oil. If Lin Fengyu's hand trembled any more, that thin layer of oil would break.
Zhao Lele stared intently at Lin Fengyu's movements.
Lin Fengyu stretched out her full, slender arm, revealing a section of her wrist. A small bone protruded from her wrist, sliding up and down with her movements, like a button.
Lin Fengyu walked up to Zhao Lele, poured the spoonful of squeezed goat milk into Zhao Lele's bowl, and said with a smile, "Lele, drink it."
Just then, Zhao Cheng came over to grab a spoon: "I want a bowl too." He snatched the spoon, but his hand slipped, and the greasy spoon first fell onto Zhao Lele's pants, then brushed against Lin Fengyu's skirt, and finally landed on the ground with a thud.
"Oh dear!" Zhao Cheng exclaimed dramatically, "Now look what's happened! Mutton fat is the hardest thing to wash off. You two, hurry up and change your clothes!"
Zhao Cheng deliberately sent Zhao Lele away, using the pretext of changing clothes to have sex with Lin Fengyu. His acting was so poor that everyone could see through it. The servants, however, kept their eyes downcast and pretended not to see anything.
Zhao Lele frowned, about to scold Zhao Cheng, when unexpectedly, Lin Fengyu lifted her skirt and used the hem to wipe Zhao Lele's pants!
The hem of her snow-white gauze skirt rubbed against the black fabric of her trousers, making a rustling sound. The contrast between black and white was stark. Lin Fengyu bent down, wiping the oil stains off Zhao Lele's clothes, and asked, "Did you get burned?"
Lin Fengyu's hair fell down, brushing against Zhao Lele's neck; Lin Fengyu's soft chest brushed against Zhao Lele's shoulder; Lin Fengyu's warm and comforting hands rubbed the scalded area; Lin Fengyu's temperature was just right, Lin Fengyu's breath was just right.
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