Yan Zi finally stopped turning her back on him. She turned around, washed her hands, and took the dough. With a gentle stroke of her hand, she shaped it into a small white fish that flew into the pot.
She worked faster and faster, and the little fish fell like rain until the pot was soon full of them.
Xu Yi felt relieved. Not daring to sit idle, he hurriedly began preparing the five-colored side dishes.
Before long, all the little fish-shaped dumplings floated to the surface. Xu Yi dug the wine jar out from beneath the stove.
The moment he peeled off the seal, a rich fragrance spread in every direction. It was neither the aroma of wine nor that of meat, but a wondrous scent born of the two blending together. The fragrance wafted over, and his taste buds came alive.
Xu Yi took out four exquisite serving bowls and filled them, then carried them to the table. He brought out a bottle of spirit-fruit brew called Shaohua Zui and filled Yan Zi's cup.
Xu Yi himself hadn't even noticed that his young master's airs had vanished without a trace. He was wholly focused on watching Xiao Yan's every expression and acting accordingly.
But Xiao Yan gave him no hint at all. With delicious food and fine wine before her, she remained completely unmoved.
Yan Zi, on the other hand, calmly ate one mouthful after another, unhurriedly, without drinking.
Half an hour later, Yan Zi had eaten all the delicious food by herself. There had only been four bowls, but the portions were generous. She suddenly stood up, sat down beside Xu Yi, and grabbed the hem of his clothes. Then she leaned against one corner of the table, covered her head, and curled up.
Xu Yi sat