Ling Sheng looked up and smiled softly at him. “Third Master, Third Master, guess what I brought you?”
Jun Shiyan took a sniff and said, “Chestnuts.”
Ling Sheng shook her head. “No, no. Guess again.”
Jun Shiyan took another sniff. It was sweet and fragrant. It was a roasted sweet potato. However, in order to make the young lady proud, he frowned in embarrassment. “I don’t know.”
Ling Sheng had an “I knew it” expression on her face as she took out a bulging scarf complacently. “Dang, dang, dang, dang! Look what I bought.”
When he saw the young lady take something out, Jun Shiyan’s heart ached as he reached out with his hand. He then reprimanded her slightly. “Were you scalded? How can you put such a hot thing in your clothes?”
Ling Sheng looked at the man’s nervous, handsome face, and her heart felt warm. She shook her head. “No, I’m wearing a thick woolen shirt and a scarf. How could I get scalded?”
Jun Shiyan said, “Don’t do this again, alright? If you want to eat roasted sweet potatoes, I’ll get Xu Xi to buy some.”
Ling Sheng nodded and took his hand before running into the house. As she ran, she said, “It’s cold outside. It won’t taste good if it gets cold.”
While the young lady said this, the roasted sweet potato was still warm. However, she was unwilling to let him peel it and insisted on peeling it herself. She sat cross-legged on the carpet and peeled the sweet potato seriously. After peeling it, she blew on it twice and brought it to his mouth. “Please, Mr. Jun.”
Jun Shiyan smiled lovingly and helplessly, his voice low and sexy. “Please, Ms. Ling.”
Ling Sheng looked at him insistently. “Mr. Jun, you eat first.”
Jun Shiyan leaned over and took a small bite. Under the young lady’s expectant gaze, he nodded and gave her a thumbs-up. “Delicious.”
Ling Sheng could not help but take a bite and feed him another mouthful.
When Chen Mo entered, he saw the duo sitting cross-legged on the carpet, facing each other. The young lady was feeding him sweet potato, making him smile.
Cough!
He let out a loud cough.
Jun Shiyan looked up and nodded slightly. “Director Chen.”
Ling Sheng turned around and saw his dark, handsome face. He looked unhappy as she said, “Director Chen, I bought roasted sweet potatoes. Let’s eat them together!”
Upon seeing her carefree smile, Chen Mo let out a low cough. His heart felt stuffy, and his words were unbearably sour. “No, I think I’m full.”
Look at her! Was she that happy? Did she like that old man so much? She had come to find him the moment she had returned!
Humph!
She had bought him a roasted sweet potato and was feeding it to him!
Why had she not bought him a roasted sweet potato?
He did not want to eat the food she had bought for Ah Yan. Why should he?
Ling Sheng looked at him strangely. She kept feeling that every time he saw her with the Third Master, he would look like he disliked her. How was her dating the Third Master an eyesore?
“Are you familiar with the lines you have to say tomorrow? What are you doing here?” Chen Mo asked seriously as he pointed at her. Making himself look more self-righteous was like a routine. He was not using his position for personal gain.
Ling Sheng nodded as she ate the sweet potato. “Yes, I can recite them backward too. I have three scenes tomorrow. The first scene is with Senior Sheng. My first line is…”
Jun Shiyan glared at Chen Mo unhappily and deliberately told this person, who was looking for trouble, “This is a resting place, not a rehearsing place.”
Chen Mo, who happened to be listening, had been waiting to hear this. He gave Ling Sheng a look. “Did you hear that? Come back with me to memorize your lines!”