Chapter 143: Chapter 143 The White Lotus Loses Face (1)_1 Chapter 143: Chapter 143 The White Lotus Loses Face (1)_1 Liuzi stepped outside just to see his Young Master sitting in the carriage, propping his cheek, apparently lost in thought.
Weighing the breakfast in his hand, he mused that the Young Master had always been picky about food and might not fancy these snacks.
Liuzi smacked his lips, about to tuck the shaobing into his bosom, when the Young Master suddenly snapped to his senses and snatched the shaobing from his hand.
“Did that girl give this?” Xia Zheng asked as he unfolded the cloth and, without even washing his hands, pinched a piece of mooncake and started eating it.
The mooncake, as big as a palm, was devoured in just a few bites.
Liuzi watched on, his heart aching.
Just now, he had clearly seen the Young Master looking unhappy, so how could he be in the mood to eat?
Doesn’t he detest eating when he’s upset?
And besides, that shaobing was what he had begged from Miss Lin—was it just going to end up in the Boss’s stomach?
Liuzi’s stomach cooperated by letting out a rumble, startling him into quickly clutching his belly and loudly covering up: “Yes yes, Miss Lin gave it.”
How could Xia Zheng not hear Liuzi’s stomach’s protest?
He snorted twice: “That cheeky girl, I’ve gone to such lengths to send her a manor, and she can’t even spare me breakfast!
Just a few words from you, and she gives you such tasty snacks, huh!
I must get her, no matter what!”
Then, disregarding the dumbstruck look on Liuzi’s face, he casually tossed a silver piece to him: “Go back and buy yourself something to eat.
From now on, any snacks she gives you, bring them all to me—I’ll reward you.
Off you go, and take your time.”
Having said that, he left Liuzi, who almost dropped his jaw to the ground, and swiftly climbed back into the carriage.
Mmm, the mooncake is really delicious—sweet and sticky.
No wonder it’s so expensive yet people still buy it.
“I’d rather have the shaobing than the silver,” Liuzi sniffled, muttering under his breath as he started up the carriage.
When they’d come, the Young Master had rushed here like a madman, and yet, on the way back, he told him to go slowly—how odd.
However, just as Liuzi had not driven the carriage far, he suddenly saw a graceful figure dart in front of the carriage, nearly startling his horse.
Had he not pulled back in time, the person could have ended up either trampled under the hooves or kicked into a cripple!
Liuzi, still suffering from the pangs of hunger, looked at the woman who was good-looking but recklessly impulsive and shouted irritably, “What’s the matter with you?
Even with the carriage moving this slowly, you manage to run into it.
Do you have a death wish?”
Although the road wasn’t very wide, he had clearly seen the woman rush towards it after the carriage drew near—it was either a death wish or a deliberate move to cause trouble.
The woman who had rushed out was trembling slightly, and after a few soft whimpers, she couldn’t speak.
Whether she was too scared or something else, she just stood in front of the carriage, motionless.
Since she wasn’t moving, Liuzi, who was driving the carriage, couldn’t proceed and had no choice but to stop.
“What’s going on?” Xia Zheng was inside the carriage enjoying the delicious breakfast supposedly “given to him” by Lin Yuan.
Just as he was about to stuff the last bite of mooncake into his mouth, the abrupt stop of the carriage sent it flying.
Looking at the mooncake that had rolled around at his feet several times, Xia Zheng’s anger flared up.
This Liuzi, was it just because he ate your mooncake and shaobing, that you had to trip him up !
“Liuzi, can’t you even drive a carriage properly anymore?
I think you’re just craving liangpi again!”
At the mention of liangpi, Liuzi’s hunger immediately vanished, replaced by a sense of nausea.
He pleaded with a pained expression: “Oh my Lord, it wasn’t my fault, this girl suddenly ran out, and I had no choice but to stop quickly.”
Only after Liuzi’s explanation did Xia Zheng notice the girl standing in front of the carriage who was as pretty as a flower—in terms of her clothes, that is.
To him, all women were carved from the same mold, except for that bratty Lin Yuan.