Shi Nuan spent some time reading the newspaper in the living room. She didn’t know how much time had passed; only after she finished the cup of tea the servant brought her did she see Song Yansheng helping Yu Yao into the house.
Shi Nuan quickly stood up and greeted them: "Mom..."
As for Song Yansheng, she glanced at him but in the end, didn’t call out.
Yu Yao managed a slight smile and said a few simple words, then let Song Yansheng take Shi Nuan to the dining room for a meal.
She said she wasn’t feeling well and wouldn’t accompany them for breakfast.
Yu Yao was helped upstairs by a servant, and Shi Nuan watched her leaving, a bit curious.
Why did it seem like Yu Yao’s eyes were a little red? An illusion?
While lost in thought, her hand was grasped by a warm large palm, and a man’s deep, magnetic voice came: "This dress looks really nice on you!"
Shi Nuan blushed, and the previously comfortable dress now made her feel entirely uneasy.
She wondered if this dress had been prepared for her by Song Yansheng.
Thinking about the clothes in the wardrobe at the Song Mansion, it wasn’t impossible!
Seeing the little girl shy, Song Yansheng smiled with his eyes and said, "Alright, it’s getting late, let’s go eat!"
Shi Nuan softly responded "Mm" and was led by Song Yansheng into the Song Family’s dining room.
On the dining table were already two breakfasts, along with some pastries and small dishes, and Shi Nuan’s eyes lit up.
The breakfast here was very different from the Song Mansion’s; seeing the soup dumplings, spring rolls, and fried dough sticks on the table, Shi Nuan swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
Song Yansheng noticed the girl’s craving and was also pleased, guiding Shi Nuan to sit down.
Song Yansheng didn’t like having servants attend to him while eating, so it was just the two of them in the dining room.
Of course, the servant was waiting at the door, ready to be called at any time.
Song Yansheng placed a spring roll in Shi Nuan’s bowl: "Try it, the cook’s spring rolls at the old residence have always been really good!"
Shi Nuan nodded and took a bite; it was delicious, and she liked it very much.
Actually, Shi Nuan didn’t eat much Western food, but at the Shi Family, Li Guirong, for some reason, particularly liked eating Western-style breakfasts.
She couldn’t let herself go hungry all the time, so she had no choice but to follow along, not liking it but eating it for several years, until she went to high school and chose to live on campus, starting to eat fried dough sticks, soy milk, and buns.
Shi Nuan’s mother was a good cook, and her favorite was making Chinese pastries, which young Shi Nuan loved to eat, and she still remembers how her father loved them too.
But after her mother passed away, and Li Guirong entered the family, her father quickly and swiftly changed his habits, accompanying Li Guirong in eating Western food.
Thinking about it, it was truly laughable.
As the little girl enjoyed her meal, Song Yansheng was both happy and pondering in his heart that the Song Mansion indeed needed to hire a cook good at making Chinese pastries.
But would it be inappropriate to ask Chi Rui to find a cook just for the holidays?
While the young couple downstairs dined warmly in a peaceful time, upstairs, Yu Yao felt heavy-hearted. f.re(e) w.e(b)nov el.c.om
When Yu Yao was twenty, she met Song Yansheng’s father, Song Xiucheng, and they fell in love at first sight.
At twenty-two, he married her, and later she became pregnant; everything seemed smooth and natural.
But she hadn’t expected the child to be prematurely born and complicated by a difficult labor, and Song Xiucheng was on a business trip out of town and couldn’t return in time.
That day, Yu Yao almost passed through the gates of hell, but fortunately, the child was safely born, though her health suffered.
Even though both husband and wife loved children very much, they dared not have another child.