The following evening, at Qing'an Manor.
Song Xiuwen sat sipping tea beside the floor-to-ceiling windows, surrounded by greenery.
Wisps of steam rose, and the delicate fragrance of tea filled the semi-open tea room.
Song Xiuwen contentedly inhaled the aroma, blew on the steaming tea, and took a sip.
In the nearby kitchen, Song Yunxing was talking with the newly hired cook, trying to make a dish.
When Song Yunxing accidentally poured black vinegar into the greens for the third time, the cook finally ran out of patience and hauled him out of the kitchen.
"Oh, young master, please just go outside! At this rate, we won't have dinner ready by dawn!"
"Sorry." Song Yunxing blinked innocently and obediently stepped aside.
Looking at that beautiful face, the cook couldn't bring herself to say anything harsh.
"Oh, it's fine if you can't cook. Just find someone who can." Still muttering, she tipped out the vinegar-soaked greens. "What a waste of good vegetables..."
The young man murmured a few replies and slipped out of the kitchen.
"All those condiments look exactly the same..." he grumbled under his breath as he walked. "How does he even tell them apart?"
Sitting in the open tea room, Song Xiuwen set down his cup and said mildly, "I've only just come back. I don't want to spend the rest of my time in the hospital getting my stomach pumped."
The young man pursed his lips and walked over to the tea room.
In just a few days, the enormous villa had acquired quite a few servants. There were even three stationed at the entrance.
Song Yunxing felt a little nervous, rubbing his fingertips together.
"What are you standing there for? Come play a game with me." Song Xiuwen fiddled with the game pieces on the table.
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