Her upturned nose is slightly puckered, her normally sparkling eyes are watery. Indeed, she looks indescribably pitiful.
Di Ming Jueâs chest heats up, and he really wants to knead her in his arms, and fuss over her.
His hand clumsily and awkwardly tap the tip of her red nose, rubbing it a little, âWhy so careless?â
Muyanâs nose is all scrunched up in anger!
This scoundrel, heâs clearly the one who pulled her, making her bump into him.
Now heâs still blaming her for being careless?
But without waiting for her to retort, Di Ming Jue is already tugging her firmly towards the dining table.
His voice is as cold as before, and his expression is still without any significant change â but his countenance has a trace of tenderness that could melt people.
âDonât you know what time it is already? You still havenât had breakfast when the sun has already reached the third bamboo pole*, do you want to starve to death?
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- Late in the morning, 7-9am or 9-11am. Itâs not specific, because the important point is that someone woke up late, or was tardy in something
Muyan raises her head and looks at the sky.
Jun Shangâs ability of speaking blindly when his eyes are open is getting stronger and stronger.
Itâs definitely not past chen-shi(7-9am) yet, how has the sun reached the third pole?
Muyan strokes her nose, and wears a smile that isnât a smile as she sweeps a glance over Shi Lanling, âArenât you afraid that this would bother your rendezvous with the beauty?â
At the side, itâs as if Shi Lanling is looking at a ghost as she unblinkingly stares at Muyan and Di Ming Jue.
Isnât this woman a servant? Isnât she a slave?
Why is it, that the Di Jun who is so callous towards her is so different towards this woman?
She looks at Muyanâs little hand that is grasped tightly within Di Ming Jueâs palm.
Shi Lanling could no longer maintain the calmness and unworldly refinement within her eyes.
Her intense resentment is so close to becoming a burning jealousy, and surge out from her eyes.
She canât even come within a meter of Di Ming Jue.
But this woman, this inferior and lowly woman could unexpectedly get that close to Di Jun.
She... for what reason?
Rui Zhu is equally dumbfounded.
She had just half-completed her words to laud her Miss, and is now at a loss of what to do. She doesnât know whether or not she should continue.
âJun Shang, this medicinal cuisine is really... really priceless, people who seek it couldnât have it, but Miss has has been busy all night in order to personally cook these for you...â
Once these words are out, it immediately pulls Di Ming Jue and Muyanâs attention.
Thatâs because the medicinal cuisine made by Shi Lanling is really too aromatic, and seriously very well-known.
In Muyanâs past life, sheâs heard about the preciousness and rarity of Shi Xianziâs medicinal food.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Back then, even Gong Qianxue had an extremely high regard for it, yet she never had the chance to taste it.
She canât help but smell it in, stretching her neck to take a peep inside the food box.
But she has barely extended her head out when a large palm detains her chin.
Her attention is forcibly drawn back to the man.
âYou really want to eat it?â the manâs deep and cold voice very slowly asks.
Muyan nods without any hesitation.
Shi Lanling and Rui Zhu look like they had just started to relax, when they suddenly go stiff once again.
The corners of Di Ming Jueâs mouth rise into a shallow curve.
His appearance is extremely magnificent, suffocatingly handsome.
Right now, as heâs smiling like this, he becomes even more resplendent like a blazing sun, dazzling like a firework. He could steal peopleâs souls.
However, Muyanâs distraction only lasts for a moment.
As she hears the man use a cold and decisive voice to say: âYouâre not allowed to eat it!â
Shi Lanlingâs originally stiff expression immediately turns into delight, her eyes joyful as they turn to look at Di Ming Jue.
As expected, Di Jun also has feelings for her.
He really wouldnât let a lowly slave girl sully the medicinal cuisine that she had made with her own hands.
Today is destined to be the day that Shi Lanlingâs face would ring from slaps.
Di Ming Jueâs next sentence directly pushes the elated Shi Lanling right into the dust.