novelraw Chapter 246 Is it delicious?
Chapter 246 Is it delicious?
Yu Chen leaned back in his chair and didn't immediately agree, seemingly considering it.
Zhao Wu's gaze lingered on Yu Chen's face for a second before quickly looking away and glancing around.
The Shadow Falcon on the left had its head down, while Feng Xi on the right stared at his bowl.
Across from them, Ah Qi was drinking tea, and Liu Quan was wiping chopsticks.
Nobody was looking at him, not a single person was watching him!
Zhao Wu opened his mouth as if to speak but then stopped, his heart filled with unbearable sorrow.
Just as everyone held their breath, each with their own speculations.
Yu Chen stood up.
He picked up the serving chopsticks on the table, took a piece of green vegetable, and put it into Zhao Wu's bowl.
It was clearly a normal speed, but in Zhao Wu's eyes it appeared to be slow motion.
He could clearly see the chopsticks pick up the greens from the plate and move a distance in the air.
When it fell into his bowl, every single leaf was clearly visible.
He could even hear the very soft sound of the vegetables falling to the bottom of the bowl.
Zhao Wu looked at the leftover greens in his bowl as if they were a death warrant.
Shadow Falcon and the others next to him all lowered their heads, poking around in their bowls with their chopsticks, but they were only poking at air.
Feng Xi's shoulders were trembling slightly, it was hard to tell whether she was laughing or afraid.
"Eat," Yu Chen said calmly.
Zhao Wu's Adam's apple bobbed, and he quickly clasped his hands in a gesture of thanks. "Thank you, Your Highness."
He lowered his head, picked up his chopsticks, took a piece of green vegetable, and chewed it.
I swallowed it whole without tasting it at all.
He then put down his chopsticks, placed his hands on his knees, and sat up straight, like a schoolchild who had just been scolded by his teacher.
Su Wuli looked at Zhao Wu's pale and bluish face, her smile faded, but the smile in her eyes remained.
"No, no," she waved her hand and tugged at Yu Chen's sleeve. "You scared him with your dark face. This doesn't count. Let's start over."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Wu choked on the vegetables he had just swallowed, unable to go up or down.
His eyes widened as he looked at Su Wuli and then at Yu Chen, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down several times.
Yu Chen lowered his head slightly to look at Su Wuli.
Su Wuli said with a hint of coquetry, "Smile for me."
The man looked at her with a hint of doting in his eyes.
He picked up the serving chopsticks and added another piece of meat to Zhao Wu's bowl.
Zhao Wu looked at the meat in his bowl, then shifted his gaze from the bowl to Yu Chen's face, and back to the bowl.
Yu Chen's lips curled into a smile.
However, when Zhao Wu saw the smile on those lips, the hairs on the back of his head stood on end.
The prince's smile is more terrifying than his silence.
Zhao Wu clenched his fingers on his knee and glanced at it furtively.
He was hoping someone would come to his rescue.
However, Shadow Falcon was still looking down, while Feng Xi was pouring himself a drink.
Sun Shang is counting peanuts.
With no other option, Zhao Wu took a deep breath, picked up his chopsticks, and stuffed the meat he had picked up into his mouth.
I chewed it twice and swallowed it.
He swallowed too quickly, and when his Adam's apple rolled, it made a "gulp" sound that was particularly clear in the quiet courtyard.
"Is it good?" Yu Chen asked.
Before he could finish speaking, Zhao Wu's knees moved before his brain could.
He knelt down on one knee, his knee hitting the bluestone slab with a dull thud.
"Your Highness, it's delicious."
His voice was dry and hoarse, as if it were being forced out of his throat.
Su Wuli watched him kneel down.
Startled for a moment, she quickly reached out and tugged at Yu Chen's sleeve again.
Yu Chen looked down at her hand, then looked up at Zhao Wu.
"Get up, there's no need to kneel."
"Yes." Zhao Wu stood up, but still kept his head down.
"Sit down," Yu Chen said again.
Zhao Wu replied and sat down, secretly letting out a sigh of relief.
Yu Chen sat back down, then turned his head and whispered in Su Wuli's ear.
His breath tickled her ear. "Happy now?"
Su Wuli turned her head to meet his gaze.
Her eyes curved into two crescent moons. "Mmm."
After several rounds of passing the drum, the game became increasingly lively.
Someone performed a handstand, and someone told a joke that wasn't funny.
Just as the flower reached Su Wuli's hands, the drumming stopped.
The servant playing the drum turned around, paused for a moment when he saw the flower in her hand, and held the drumstick in mid-air.
Su Wuli stood up, raised the flower a little higher, and smiled at everyone in the courtyard.
"It's my turn."
After thinking for a moment, he said, "Then I'll give you all a performance."
Everyone was looking at her.
Yu Chen turned his head and looked at her face, a slight smile playing on his lips, as if he were watching a show.
Su Wuli stood up, walked to the table, and placed the flower branch on it.
He turned around to face the people in the courtyard, raised his hands and reached them over his head, his fingertips touching each other above his head.
They made a big heart shape with their hands.
The lantern light in the courtyard shone on her. Her sleeves were wide, and when she raised them, the cuffs slipped down, revealing two sections of her white wrists.
The action is very simple; it's the same food-sprinkling gesture that Su Wuli usually makes when she sees her fans.
It makes both body shape and facial expression management easy to do.
The courtyard was quiet for a moment.
People were whispering among themselves.
"What is this?"
No one could answer that.
A young maid tilted her head and looked at it for a moment, then whispered, "Beautiful."
"Yes, it looks good."
The posture was unlike anything they had ever seen before; it didn't resemble a bow or a prayer.
Unlike any of the etiquette they knew, she just looked good standing there in that pose.
Su Wuli lowered her hand and turned to look at Yu Chen.
Seeing the somewhat puzzled look on his face, Su Wuli began to explain.
"This is called making a heart shape with your hands, which means you like someone."
As soon as he finished speaking, Shadow Falcon picked up his teacup and took a sip.
Before he could even swallow the tea, he suddenly choked.
The teacup wobbled in his hand, and a few drops of tea splashed out and landed on the table.
Feng Xi was sitting next to Zhao Wu, pouring himself some wine, but didn't even straighten the wine pot, which had tilted.
With his eyes fixed on Su Wuli's direction, he thought for a moment that he had misheard.
Do you like it?
Shadow Falcon reached out to help straighten the wine pot, and Feng Xi opened his mouth as if to say something but then stopped.
Zhao Wu raised his hand and touched his neck, pausing briefly when his fingertips touched his Adam's apple before slowly lowering his hand.
Feng Xi touched it too, but immediately pulled her finger back as if she had been burned by something.
The people next to them exchanged glances, their eyes meeting briefly in the air before scattering again.
Then they all did the same action.
Raise your hand and touch your neck.
Why does my neck feel so cold?
Su Wuli didn't notice any of this, but she did see a slight change in Yu Chen's eyes beside her.
So profound that it's hard to understand.
The game continued, and after several rounds, Su Wuli lost again.
She stood up abruptly and covered her mouth with her hands.
It made a "ribbit" sound, imitating a frog.
With a thud, some people's shoulders began to tremble uncontrollably, while others turned their faces away...
Su Wuli also prolonged the last syllable of her second tone.
quack...
Like a frog whose tail has been stepped on.
Feng Xi's shoulders trembled even more violently as she suppressed the laughter that was about to escape her lips.
Zhao Wu couldn't hold it in and "poof" it came out of his nose.