Becoming the Villain's Discarded Wife
Chapter 285: Miss Xiao and Young Master Lu

Chapter 285: Chapter 285: Miss Xiao and Young Master Lu

Upon hearing mocking laughter from the private room next door, Eleven’s face suddenly darkened.

He wanted to confront them but was held back by Twelve.

"Twelve, let go." Eleven spoke in a low voice, his face was very unpleasant.

"Brother, let’s go. Don’t waste time arguing with those people."

Twelve was ready to leave.

Even though they now hold official positions, it’s better to avoid trouble in a place where dropping a stone could potentially harm numerous court officials.

"Miss Xiao, your words are inappropriate." A male voice rang out, carrying a faint tone of aloofness.

"Master Lu!" The woman’s voice was filled with embarrassment and defensiveness, as if she was afraid Lu Fengyun would be displeased with her transgressions, she quickly explained, "My father said that this hot pot was passed down from the palace. They’re nothing more than chaff, but they say it’s unpalatable. If word gets out, it would be disrespectful to the person in the palace."

Miss Xiao’s face flushed slightly from anxiety, and her eyes were filled with a blend of shyness and admiration as she looked at the youth opposite her.

It was only after considerable persuasion that her father was able to get Lu Fengyun to accompany her out on this occasion.

She absolutely cannot afford to upset him over such trivial matters.

"It’s just a matter of personal taste." The man known as Lu Fengyun simply smiled at Miss Xiao and said nothing more.

Standing outside, Shen Wenchen mulled over their conversation.

Then he glanced meaningfully at the reddened broth in the private room.

Was this hot pot really from the palace?

As for that somewhat familiar voice, Shen Wenchen had a guess.

With such a similar voice and the same surname Lu, it could be none other than him.

"Let’s go. Show us around some more." Shen Wenchen patted Eleven’s shoulder, indicating him to be calm.

Only when Shen Wenchen spoke did Twelve grunt at the private room’s door and leave with them, his face full of anger after settling the bill.

This meal cost them four taels and five coins.

Thinking of the taste, Shen Wenchen shook his head.

"This food is not good. I’ll have your sister-in-law cook for you when we get a chance."

Upon hearing this, Eleven and Twelve exchanged surprised glances. Did the sister-in-law win over big brother Shen with her culinary skills?

"Didn’t the people inside say that this hot pot was passed down from the palace? Can the new sister-in-law cook it?"

Twelve said with a sheepish laugh.

Knowing they misunderstood, Shen Wenchen didn’t bother to explain and simply looked delighted, "Your sister-in-law, is naturally top-notch."

Although the two young men were puzzled, they said nothing more, and simply took Shen Wenchen for a stroll along Kyoto’s famous food street.

Inside the private room, Lu Fengyun, dressed in rich brocade clothes, no longer appeared as downtrodden as when he first arrived.

The young man, not yet twenty, always carried a slight smile on his handsome face, which, though aloof, was not annoying.

Even smiling, when Lu Fengyun watched Miss Xiao blush while serving him food, his eyebrows knit almost imperceptibly.

What kind of hot pot is this!

His own broth made by boiling chili peppers tasted even better than this!

With a taste like this, the hot pot would be despised even in his university canteen!

"Master Lu, you should eat more." Miss Xiao was at the age of growing up. She knew that her father let her and Lu Fengyun out today because he approved of him.

Although Lu Fengyun’s background was poor, he is still knowledgeable and handsome. She would be willing to marry him.

Thinking so, Miss Xiao’s face flushed with an eerie red color.

Witnessing her condition, a lump formed in Lu Fengyun’s throat, and his hands gripping the chopsticks tightened.

He blamed his own carelessness.

He shouldn’t have believed Mr. Xiao’s words. As long as he didn’t show up, he wouldn’t be pursued by Miss Xiao.

In the end, Shen Wenchen didn’t go to any restaurant or inn, but simply picked a food stall known to Eleven to have a meal.

"Auntie, three bowls of wonton soup, and a few buns, please." Eleven ordered, and called Twelve and Shen Wenchen to sit down.

"Alright, are three buns enough?" Recognizing Eleven as a regular, the woman smiled and asked.

"Six buns. They must be hot."

After saying that, Eleven turned his head towards Twelve and Shen Wenchen, "The wontons at Auntie’s place are delicious, and the buns are quite fragrant! You all should try!"

Eleven cheerfully said.

"Sure." Twelve was hungry too, making a face when he thought of the hot pot they just had.

Four taels and five coins, for that taste, really at a loss.

The woman moved quickly, and it wasn’t long before she brought over three bowls of wonton soup.

The wontons were generous in portion, enough to fill a large sea bowl. The steaming hot dish ignited one’s appetite.

"Eat, eat, this is good!" Eleven cheered. Twelve chuckled and accepted the chopsticks handed over by him, while Shen Wenchen sensed something was off.

While the auntie was busy making wontons, wasn’t there a young girl standing by?

The girl wearing a beige cloth dress, her sleeves slightly rolled up, was in the process of kneading dough.

"How are the wontons? Are they tasty?" After Twelve had a taste, Eleven asked.

Twelve looked at Eleven, and nodded: "Tasty."

His mouth said it was tasty, but in his heart, Twelve was puzzled.

He found it to be just an average taste, why was Eleven so in love with it?

Shen Wenchen also had a taste but didn’t say whether it was good or bad, making Eleven a bit rushed.

"Brother Shen, what do you think? Is it good?"

"It seems your interest is not in the wontons, but in the girl, right?" Shen Wenchen tried to suppress a laugh, lowering his voice.

On the way, when Twelve said he wanted to eat noodles, Eleven screamed and said he would take them to the familiar small food stall.

Here was in the opposite direction of the training field where he worked every day. It was far from his residence, so why did he always come here to eat?

From the moment they sat down, his glances frequently went to the girl. This was rather too conspicuous.

"Brother Shen!" Eleven hesitated slightly, embarrassed to refute.

In the end, he only shouted once and didn’t say anything more.

Just as Twelve was about to ask if it was true, he saw the girl bring over six buns.

"Sir, your buns."

After saying that, the young girl didn’t pause. She turned and went back to kneading the dough.

Seeing the girl leave, Twelve turned towards Eleven with wide eyes and asked in a hushed voice, "Eleven, are you really interested in that girl?"

"What do you know, young brat." Eleven’s ears turned slightly red, but he didn’t admit it.

"I’m only a year younger than you." Twelve rolled his eyes, wanted to inquire further, but then remembered something that had happened a few days ago, and suddenly became hesitant.

"You...you can’t ruin that girl’s life."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Eleven glared at Twelve, and his mood sank again.

One hand holding the bun and the other holding chopsticks, Shen Wenchen could tell there was some story behind their actions.

"What’s going on with you guys? Eleven isn’t married yet, right? Having someone in mind is a good thing."

Now that everyone holds an official position and we seem to have established status in society, no one would say anything about settling down.

Eleven looked hesitant, but he just shook his head and said nothing.

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