Published: March 7, 2025
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED TWENTY-NINE: We Are Bamboo
At this moment, miss xiaolu suddenly felt a surge of affection! It seemed that the man before her was truly like her own brother, who would spoil her and indulge her no matter what she did...
This feeling had nothing to do with romantic love, yet it carried a stronger sense of blood connection.
In an instant, she couldn't help but feel her eyes warm considerably.
“Brother Chu Yang, so what is the third question?” When miss xiaolu said this, she didn’t even realize that there was a hint of a spoiled tone in her accent.
“Well, this third question... it needs good tea... good wine, and hehehe...” Chu Yang leaned back, crossed his legs, and shook them, saying, “This question is quite difficult to handle, you know...”
He was acting as if he was at home, even adopting a bureaucratic tone.
If Chu Imperial Seat had acted like this from the beginning, miss xiaolu would have kicked him out directly. But now, his joking manner made her bite her lip and glare at him with mock anger, before she couldn't help but giggle, pouting, “You’re so annoying!”
“Hehe... I’ve heard that there’s good wine, good dishes here... and good tea, and... wahahaha...” Chu Yang snickered, glancing sideways, and said in a teasing tone: “I’m saying, little girl, do you think you can use your sweet talk to get all my cards on the table? That... is rather too much, isn't it?”
“Alright, alright...” miss xiaolu said with a helpless tone, smiling, “Grandpa Chu, then I will serve you well...”
“Don’t! Absolutely not!” Chu Yang shook his hands in panic: “I... I haven’t found a wife yet...”
“You're so hopeless! Dream on!” Miss xiaolu stomped her foot in anger, turned around, and huffed away. After taking a couple of steps, she turned back: “You wait there, I’ll brew some tea for you. By the way, I’ll prepare some wine and dishes for you, alright?”
“Now that sounds like a plan!” Chu Yang said with his nose in the air, feeling quite pleased with himself.
The two laughed at the same time, the atmosphere suddenly becoming extremely harmonious!
Miss xiaolu laughed until she bent over, feeling as if she hadn’t been this happy in a long time, pouting in mock anger as she muttered, “You’re younger than me, yet shamelessly calling yourself my brother... how embarrassing.”
She walked out.
Before long, fragrant tea, wine, and dishes began to come in, with eight exquisitely arranged small plates and a small but exquisite wine jug. Chu Yang's fingers itched. Without any courtesy, he began to eat and drink as if a whirlwind had swept through.
By the time miss xiaolu had a chance to pick up her chopsticks, the table was already a mess. Eventually, Chu Imperial Seat held the chopsticks in one hand, a wine jug in the other, and simply tossed the chopsticks aside, directly tipping the small plates into his mouth; with a “pop,” the wine jug was already empty; he then grabbed the tea pot and began to drink straight from it!
He set it down with a bang, wiped his mouth, and sighed in satisfaction, “What a thrill... No wonder I didn’t eat breakfast, I was just waiting for this meal...”
Miss xiaolu looked at the eight empty dishes in front of her, which were even cleaner than if she had washed them carefully; she was dumbfounded, speechless!
At this moment, she hadn’t touched her chopsticks at all!
This meant she hadn’t eaten a single bite; the wine was gone, the dishes were gone, and the tea was gone...
This speed...
“I must ask... Lord Imperial Seat, doesn’t your majesty even care about your meals?” miss xiaolu exclaimed in shock.
“Hey, how can a royal meal compare to the deliciousness of my little sister’s?” Chu Yang sighed and said, “Looks like I need to come here often, since I’m now a VIP.”
“Please don’t... If you come too often, The Stunning Pavilion will surely close down because of you.” Miss xiaolu raised her hand, making a gesture of surrender.
The two of them burst into laughter at the same time.