Chef Hua
Chapter 460: Episode 252 Is this tailing?

Chapter 460: Episode 252 Is this tailing?

Needless to say, the visitor was none other than Tang Dongyan.

She stood by the courtyard wall, looking somewhat flustered, biting her lip with a guilty expression, her eyes floating back and forth between Hua Xiaomai and Meng Yuhuai, as if she couldn’t decide whether to leave immediately.

Hua Xiaomai quickly moved her face away from Meng’s shoulder and also withdrew her hand that was clinging to his arm. Although she felt it was impolite, she couldn’t help but roll her eyes surreptitiously.

Wasn’t it obvious that she was disturbing them? In this situation, anyone with a bit of sense should have immediately turned around and left. Why was she still standing there, making the scene even more awkward?

Speaking of which, as a young woman, running here alone to this dark, remote part of the house, weren’t you afraid?

As if responding to the question in Hua Xiaomai’s mind, Tang Dongyan timidly said, "It’s my mother. Seeing that my cousin and his wife hadn’t returned to the courtyard for so long, and also worrying that my cousin hadn’t eaten dinner, she sent me to ask if she should prepare something to eat..."

"No need," Meng Yuhuai said, looking down at Hua Xiaomai, who was silent and burying her head, smiled and replied pleasantly, "Please tell aunt not to worry about me. After all, with your sister-in-law here, and being at home, if I want to eat something, I will let her take care of it."

"Then I..."

Perhaps finding the smell of the stable unpleasant, Tang Dongyan rubbed her nose: "Then I’ll go inside." Turning to Hua Xiaomai, she added, "Sister-in-law, the ground is cold. Don’t sit there all the time; it’s not good."

"Mm, I know. Thank you." Hua Xiaomai looked up and smiled at her. After watching her walk past the courtyard wall, she sighed softly.

"What’s the matter, just a few days and you’re already annoyed?" Meng Yuhuai, who had been in the best mood that evening since he had come home, was clearly enjoying teasing his wife, "Do you find her bothersome?"

"Not really annoyed, just...it’s a bit inconvenient." Hua Xiaomai murmured softly, then suddenly remembered something, quickly looked up at him intently, "Don’t just talk about me, if you didn’t find the house too noisy, why would you hide out here and keep company with Old Black?"

Meng Yuhuai chuckled softly, lifted her up from the ground: "There’s something Dongyan wasn’t wrong about. You shouldn’t keep sitting on the ground, be careful of the chill, you might feel unwell later."

Hua Xiaomai nodded, turned around, and patted off her trousers: "Then I’ll go make some tea, bring over the gardenia pancakes, and also pick up a couple of stools. Shall we sit here a bit longer?"

It wasn’t bedtime yet; in the courtyard, Tang Maolin and Mrs. Ding were still engaging in lively the conversation with Meng’s mother, their voices fluctuating over the courtyard wall to the back of the house.

Going inside at this moment would just mean sitting and chatting; it might be more comfortable for the two of them to stay here instead.

Meng Yuhuai had no reason not to agree, he smiled and nodded, watching her quickly head toward the courtyard door, he cautioned her to "watch your step," then looked up at the star-filled night sky and sighed again, this time, filled with contentment.

The gardenia pancakes were made by blanching the blooming gardenia flowers in boiling water, slightly drying them, then stirring them into a batter mixed with licorice water, forming thin cakes, and frying them in a pan. No additional seasoning was needed, just enjoying its fresh fragrance.

The thin pancakes were adorned with entire flower petals, looked adorable, and tasted extremely refreshing. In the hot weather, having a piece or two brought a sense of calm and comfort. When they were freshly made that afternoon, they had indeed been quickly snatched up; when Tang Maolin came back, Mrs. Ding even hurried to present them to him like a treasure. Luckily, Hua Xiaomai had reserved a plate beforehand, or it would have been uncertain if Meng could have had any.

Since gardenia is cooling, enjoying the aroma is fine, but eating too much could be harmful. Hua Xiaomai only nibbled a couple of bites from Meng Yuhuai’s hand and then sat aside making playful comments to make him laugh.

"Today, uncle was incessantly praising that storyteller at the tea house. In my opinion, if you also did this job, you would surely make a lot of money." Meng Yuhuai laughed non-stop, giving face, and after a while, he threw out this remark.

"If I were to become a storyteller, I would absolutely charge a sky-high fee. Anyone who wanted to listen would have to come prepared with a hefty purse. But you, not a penny is needed. So, see how fortunate your life is?" Hua Xiaomai giggled, stretched a finger to brush off a crumb from his lip corner, caught by a glint in his dark eyes, and without resisting, she leaned in and brushed her lips against his.