Chapter 52: After The Rain, The Spring Flowers Blossom
“Wow, this tastes so good! Stone, have a taste as well.” Bai Lang feigned nonchalance and tried to discreetly change the topic.
What an idiot!
Shang Shi sneered at him before putting a scallop into his mouth.
To be honest, he didn’t feel that women are better cooks because, to him, all modern women have no idea how to make proper cuisine…
Hmm… this actually taste so good!
Shang Shi was taken aback by the deliciousness spreading through his mouth. The standard of the food Mo Yun made was actually on par with five star chefs at famous restaurants!
“Doesn’t it taste good?” Bai Lang smugly asked.
“Passable.” Shang Shi reluctantly nodded his head. He would not give too much praise to Mo Yun, lest Young Master becomes more ensnared in her honey trap.
“From the looks of things, you don’t seem to enjoy the food very much. In that case… it’s all mine then!” Bai Lang frantically started pileing his plate with food and Shang Shi became anxious.
“Hey! I only took one bite of the food, don’t go overboard!”
“You said that the food was just ‘passable’, but I find it to be amazing, so it all belongs to me now!”
“Who said that it was not delicious. Fuck off, that dish is mine!” Shang Shi loudly cursed and shoved the King Crab onto his plate.
“Then this is mine.” Bai Lang snatched the duck liver.
Seeing that Bai Lang had no qualms about snatching food, Shang Shi threw aside his reservations as well and the two of them started a mad scramble for food. Neither of them noticed that the face of a certain someone was growing increasingly dark.
“Are you all having fun?” Hao Yansen suddenly spoke, his voice so cold that it sent chills running down the spines of those listening.
Simultaneously, Shang Shi and Bai Lang stilled their movements, feeling like a bucket of cold water had been poured over their heads.
They locked gazes for an instant, before hurriedly returning the food to its original position. They then looked away nonchalantly, as though the whole fiasco did not involve them.
As they did the chopsticks in their hands never stopped moving, rapidly shoving food into their mouth as though they had been starved for months.
Hao Yansen frowned. Was the food really so delicious? Why are these two numbskulls acting like dumb pigs?
Picking up a piece of duck liver and putting it in his mouth, Hao Yansen was stunned.
The food was as good as they made it out to be.
When he wanted to eat the scallops, he found that there were none left…
Hao Yansen looked at the empty plate with an equally empty stare, before directing a murderous gaze at the still-squabbling Bai Lang and Shang Shi.
Bai Lang, whose mouth was full of lobster meat, grinned at Hao Yansen and asked, “Doewn’t whit tawste so good?” He swallowed and continued, “The number of chicks who can also cook well nowadays is close to none. Why not just marry her, then we can just enjoy good food every day!”
I think the last sentence was your main point!
“No way, Young Master isn’t such an easy person…” Shang Shi, who was taking a brief respite from shovelling food, raised his head and retorted.
Bai Lang spat out a lobster shell, before putting another king crab onto his plate.
“Then let Yun Long marry her. He can have someone to feed him every day.”
“Ah, this suggestion…seems feasible…or maybe not?” Shang Shi’s voice trailed off, unsure of himself.
“Peng!” Hao Yansen slammed his chopsticks heavily onto the table, giving Bai Lang and Shang Shi a big scare.
“Huh, it seems that even after stuffing yourselves, you lot still can run your mouths.
Since you like eating so much, I’ll just send the two of you to a pig farm! You can stuff yourself there.” Hao Yansen gave a smile, yet it was dripping with so much frostiness that the room’s temperature seemed to have plummeted.
Bai Lang gave a burst of strained laughter. “I’m not joking over here….”
“All of you…” Before Hao Yansen could erupt with rage, Mo Yun suddenly entered, holding a well-arranged tray of steak in her hands.
“What’s wrong with all of you?” Looking at the spectacle in front of her, Mo Yun suspiciously asked.
Hao Yansen reassured her that nothing was going on, but the atmosphere around him still remained cold and oppressive.
Mo Yun placed the steak in front of Hao Yansen. It was roasted nicely on the exterior, yet was chewy and tender on the inside, still dripping with succulent juices.
“I made this especially for you. Red wine paired with steak, an exquisite combination, I’m sure you will like it.”
Her eyes were still so bright and clear, her pupils only mirroring his image alone, as though he was the only man that would ever exist in her eyes.
In that instant, Hao Yansen’s face brightened, seeming like spring flowers had bloomed after the rain.