Chapter 1181: Food Comes First
On a white oak table, Mimosa poured a little water into a transparent glass vase, then hummed a familiar tune as he carefully arranged a bouquet of white flowers speckled with gold that he had picked from the Garden.
After he misted them with a spray bottle, the flowers immediately became dewy and radiant.
Smiling, Mimosa inhaled the faint floral scent, then used a tablecloth to wipe away the water stains on the table. He neatly placed four gray cushions—two large and two small—in the middle of the table.
Once everything had been arranged, Mimosa, who had silently been keeping track of the time, returned to the kitchen and began plating the food on the stove.
The tableware was exquisite and varied: one silver dish, two porcelain plates, and one clay pot.
The silver dish held a cold salad.
The porcelain plates held the two main courses.
The clay pot contained soup.
Such a combination clearly did not conform to the dining etiquette of most high society. It lacked the necessary appetizers and desserts, enough to make guests laugh their teeth out.
But to Mimosa, Qin Ran was not some formal guest.
Or rather...
How could a guest possibly make him cook personally?
No guest was worth him doing that.
And no guest would dare make him do that.
When the sole set of silverware was placed before the only seat, Qin Ran's request to enter the room appeared in Mimosa's private messages.
Just in time.
Not a second early or late.
"Dinner is ready."
As Mimosa watched the familiar figure enter the room, the corners of his mouth rose involuntarily.
"Mm."
"I've been looking forward to this for a long time."
Following the aroma, Qin Ran sat down in the only chair without any