1188: Epilogue (6)

Epilogue (6)

He silently put down his chopsticks. Suddenly, there was a strange commotion next door. He stood up and walked out. He pushed open the door next door and saw a little snow fox with red flames between its eyebrows lying on its little cushion, holding a meat bun that was even bigger than it.0

Yan Jiuchao was stunned. He strode over and snatched the meat bun. The little snow fox was woken up and looked at Yan Jiuchao with a frown.

What is it?

Yan Jiuchao asked excitedly, "Where did you get the buns?"

The little snow fox turned around.

"Are you going to tell me or not? If not, I'll beat you to death!"

The little snow fox pointed resentfully out the door.

Yan Jiuchao walked out into the wind and snow and came to another small bamboo house in the direction the little snow fox pointed. The candle light in the kitchen was on, and steam wafted out from time to time.

Yan Jiuchao rushed in in a sorry state.

A strange woman was standing in front of the stove. She was strange because she was wearing something he had never seen before. A corset dress that revealed slender arms and calves, and a pair of fair ankles.

How could anyone be dressed like this? Her hair was tied in a high ponytail and her head was lowered, as if she was studying the dough in her hand. It was an unfamiliar face, but Yan Jiuchao still recognized her at a glance. "Yu Ah Wan…" He walked towards her in a daze.

She looked up with an "oh" and a familiar smile appeared on her unfamiliar face. "You're here. What do you want to eat tonight? Buns or steamed buns? I'll make them for you!"

Yan Jiuchao pulled her into his arms, but he missed her!

"Yu Ah Wan!" Yan Jiuchao's body shuddered and he woke up from his sleep. He raised his head in cold sweat and realized that he was sitting in Prince Yan Manor's room. He had fallen asleep on the desk. Everything just now was just a dream.

"Young Master, are you alright?" Uncle Wan's worried voice sounded outside the room.

"I'm fine," Yan Jiuchao said as he composed himself.

"You didn't eat much at night, so the kitchen made supper. I'll bring it in for you, Young Master," Uncle Wan said again.

"I have no appetite," Yan Jiuchao said indifferently.

"You have to eat no matter what. If you don't think about your health, you have to think about Little Miss," Uncle Wan advised earnestly.

Yan Jiuchao was silent for a long time before nodding in the end.

Uncle Wan walked in with the food box. Looking at the sealed food box, for some reason, Yan Jiuchao thought of his dream. He actually prayed in his heart that Uncle Wan would take out a super invincible meat bun later.

The moment Uncle Wan opened the food box, his heart was in his throat.

However, he was disappointed. There were no meat buns, only a few plates of exquisite vegetarian dishes. It was obvious that these vegetarian dishes were made by the chef of Prince Yan Manor.

"You can leave," Yan Jiuchao said in disappointment.

"Yes." Uncle Wan left.

Yan Jiuchao picked up his chopsticks indifferently and casually picked up a piece of tender bamboo shoot. The chef of Prince Yan Manor was better at cooking than the imperial chef. He didn't like it because he wasn't in the mood to eat.

However, this time, he froze after taking a bite.

What dish… was so disgusting?!

Just as he was about to put down his chopsticks, he suddenly thought of something and looked up.

The moonlight passed through the branches and was cut by the lush leaves, falling to the ground. In the shadows, a slender figure stood leaning against the door and looking at him with a sweet smile. Her face was still a little pale, but her eyes were sparkling like stars. "Does it taste bad?" She raised her eyebrows.

"That's right. It tastes too bad." Yan Jiuchao smiled.

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