Capítulo 905: Chapter 905: Blessed Rice
Tang Li was just about to reaffirm ‘loyalty,’ when the office door was knocked.
Seeing that the visitor was the secretary Cheng Ying, Tang Li didn’t linger, and she left the office and went upstairs.
Since she had stayed over a few times, she had a designated guest room in the Tan Palace.
But Tang Li didn’t return directly to the guest room.
She went first to the living room, and not seeing Xiao Minglan and Song Jingtian, Tang Li came out with her bag.
“Back from the hospital?”
Tang Li turned her head to see Aunt Min carrying a platter of fruit.
Aunt Min noticed she seemed idle, and informed her: “Old Madam is in the kitchen, Jingtian is there too. There are guests coming over tonight, and because there are dietary restrictions, they are now supervising a few chefs cooking.”
“Are there other officials dining here tonight?”
If there were outsiders tonight, Tang Li didn’t plan on making an appearance.
“It’s just family,” Aunt Min smiled. “Old Madam said today is a good day for you and sir. The wedding isn’t urgent, but since you are officially recognized, at least you should call the eldest daughter’s family for a meal; also, Old Madam Bai, who hypothetically is considered the matchmaker for this marriage, shouldn’t be neglected.”
Xiao Minglan was undoubtedly an all-around capable mother-in-law.
Moreover, she didn’t make things difficult for her daughter-in-law.
She even helped her daughter-in-law handle everything well.
Watching Aunt Min head to the dining room, Tang Li put her bag in the guest room and joined to help in the kitchen.
The Tan Palace’s kitchen wasn’t much different from those in five-star hotels.
Upon entering, Tang Li almost bumped into a basket of avocados.
Five chefs were busy, the sound of ladles hitting pots rang crisply, and the fragrant aroma of sweet food and scallions greeted her.
Xiao Minglan was at the long table, arranging eggs with a chef in his fifties.
There were about forty dyed red eggs.
Tang Li had seen weddings, even if she hadn’t experienced one personally, and knew that some particular families distribute wedding eggs to neighbors and guests, symbolizing prosperity and offspring for the couple.
As for Song Jingtian, standing on a stool, his chubby hands rolled an egg.
Soon, his palms were stained red by the wedding egg.
Xiao Minglan glanced at Tang Li and handed the wedding egg to the chef, her expression softening: “Why did you come here?”
“I just came to look,” Tang Li wandered to the long table. “Aunt Min told me there would be guests tonight.”
Looking at Song Jingtian’s little hands, she asked: “Are these for the wedding eggs?”
The little guy turned his head, pursed his lips, gave her a sideways glance, then turned with the egg, leaving her with a rather plump back.
Tang Li: “…”
Seemingly sensing Tang Li’s unease, Xiao Minglan spoke again: “It’s just a family dinner, no outsiders, it’s like any other day.”
“Mm.”
She agreed, but it was barely comforting.
For Tang Li, this was an experience she never had in her past life.
The Han Family was already small, especially after Mr. Han’s incident, relatives and friends became estranged, so after completing the marriage registration with Han Jifeng, there was no family dinner for them.
Moreover, her current state of mind couldn’t compare to back then.
Even in the future, when she returned to Siam with her uncle, she would still occasionally recall today’s scene.
Seeing Xiao Minglan moving to another table, Tang Li also went to an empty countertop.
Song Jingtian’s eyes were already drifting toward Tang Li, seeing her take a can of tea leaves from the fridge, he instinctively craned his neck.
Tang Li scooped several spoons of tea leaves into an empty bowl, poured hot water, covered it with a small bowl, then took a tomato to the cutting board and sliced it.
As she sliced the tomato in half, Song Jingtian was already leaning in: “What are you making?”
“Blessed Rice,” Tang Li continued her work.
This was a tradition from Myanmar and Vietnam.
The bride personally prepares a bowl of Blessed Rice for the groom, symbolizing a future of happiness and prosperity.