He only breathed a sigh of relief after placing the two bowls of wontons neatly on the table: "Your Highness, please enjoy your meal."
After saying that, he immediately turned and left.
Feng Muting pushed one of the bowls in front of Su Fuliu: "The wontons you wanted are here, eat up!"
The smile on his face and the tenderness in his eyes were a stark contrast to his fierce and menacing demeanor just moments before.
Su Fuliu shook his head, somewhat amused and exasperated. He sighed softly and then said, "Well, Your Highness, you should eat too."
Feng Muting nodded, but didn't move. Instead, he watched Su Fuliu eat.
Su Fuliu ate the wontons one after another, thoroughly enjoying them.
Feng Muting couldn't help but ask, "Is this delicious?"
Su Fuliu paused, then looked at him while chewing: "Hmm...it's delicious. Why don't you try it yourself, Your Highness?"
Feng Muting lowered his eyes and glanced at the wontons in front of him.
Su Fuliu was taken aback again, then suddenly seemed to remember something and asked, "Your Highness hasn't eaten this before, has he?"
Feng Muting coughed lightly: "I've never eaten here before."
Su Fuliu immediately understood and laughed: "Then you just haven't tried it before, Your Highness. You should try it, it's quite good."
After saying that, he looked at Feng Muting, who was still hesitant, and directly scooped up a wonton from his bowl and fed it to Feng Muting's mouth: "Your Highness, open your mouth, ah—"
Chapter 190 My heart is sweet.
Feng Muting looked at Su Fuliu with a flattered expression, and immediately opened his mouth to eat the wontons that Su Fuliu fed him.
Su Fuliu blinked at him and asked, "How is it, Your Highness? Is it delicious?"
Feng Muting tasted it carefully: "Mmm, it's sweet."
Su Fuliu was taken aback: "Sweet?"
Then he tasted another one, and it was clearly salty.
Just as he was wondering what was going on, a wonton suddenly appeared near his mouth.
He looked up and saw Feng Muting scooping up a wonton and feeding it to him: "Try it and see if it's sweet."
Su Fuliu was curious, so he took a bite, but no matter how he ate it, it was salty. Where did the sweetness come from?
"Is there something wrong with my sense of taste?" Su Fuliu asked.
"Um?"
"This isn't sweet at all, it's clearly salty!"
Upon hearing this, Feng Muting immediately became somewhat unhappy.
Su Fuliu was taken aback when she saw him like this: "What's wrong, Your Highness?"
"Whatever you feed me, whether it's sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, or salty, only tastes sweet to me. It's sweet, the kind of sweet that goes right to my heart. But when I feed you, you say it's salty. So you can't taste any sweetness when you're with me?"
After hearing this, Su Fuliu finally understood. It turned out that when Feng Muting said "sweet," he meant the sweetness in one's heart, not that the wontons were sweet.
Seeing Feng Muting's slightly dissatisfied expression, he laughed: "These wontons are definitely salty, but my heart is sweet."
Upon hearing this, Feng Muting's expression instantly brightened: "Are you enough? Not enough for me?"
"Your Highness, please eat. This is all I can eat. I need to save room for other things." Su Fuliu breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that he was finally better.
He found it strange; shouldn't Feng Muting be the one comforting him? How did it end up with him comforting Feng Muting?
“That’s true.” Feng Muting nodded.
After finishing their meal, Feng Muting prepared to pay the bill.
The stall owner shrank back and said, "Your Highness, how could I possibly accept your money when you grace my humble wonton stall with your presence?"
Su Fuliu replied, "It's not easy for you to run a small business. We should pay you for the food we ate."
Upon hearing this, Feng Muting slammed the broken silver pieces onto the table.
For him, it was just an ordinary action, and he didn't use much force, but it startled the stall owner.
“If Fu Liu tells you to keep it, then keep it!” Feng Muting said.
"Yes, yes, I'll take it, I'll take it." The stall owner nodded hurriedly.
After that, Feng Muting and Su Fuliu left.
Seeing them leave, the stall owner slumped onto his stool, clutching his loose change, tears streaming down his face.
I wasn't moved, I was frightened.
"Your Highness, look! There's a candied hawthorn vendor up ahead!" Su Fuliu, with her sharp eyes, spotted the candied hawthorn vendor immediately.
"Okay, let's go buy some." Feng Muting pulled Su Fuliu and headed towards the candied hawthorn vendor.
Upon arrival, Feng Muting said, "Give me a skewer of candied hawthorns."
"Okay, pick any skewer you like."
Feng Muting then looked at Su Fuliu: "You choose."
Su Fuliu looked around and then chose a large, red string of them: "This one."
“Okay.” Feng Muting smiled and prepared to pay the bill.
Su Fuliu happily bit off a whole one and put it in her mouth, and one side of her face immediately puffed up.
Just as he patted Feng Muting lightly, preparing to give him one as well, he suddenly saw an acquaintance walking through the crowd.
The person seemed to have seen him too, and even waved to him.
Oh no, oh no.
Su Fuliu's palms immediately started sweating with panic.
Feng Muting looked at him and said, "What's wrong? Do you want me to try one too?"
Chapter 191 Uncontrollable Emotions
Su Fuliu was taken aback, then nodded: "Yes, Your Highness, please have one too."
He still had a candied hawthorn in his mouth, so his speech was a little unclear.
Then, he held the candied hawthorn in his hand to Feng Muting's mouth.
After Feng Muting took a bite, Su Fuliu quickly took his hand and said, "Let's eat as we walk."
He looked at Su Fuliu holding his hand tightly and couldn't help but smile. The candied hawthorn in his mouth, which was originally a little sour, tasted exceptionally sweet at this moment.
Feng Muting was completely immersed in sweetness, thinking that Su Fuliu was willing to hold his hand in the street, which showed that Su Fuliu no longer cared about those rumors.
However, at this moment, Su Fuliu was only thinking about pulling Feng Muting away as soon as possible and not letting that acquaintance follow.
He chewed on the candied hawthorn in his mouth as he walked. Although the candied hawthorn was big and red, it was a bit sour. But he didn't have time to care. He could only walk into the restaurant next door with Feng Muting while his eyes, nose and mouth were all twisted together from the sourness.
Feng Muting asked, "Weren't you supposed to be at the night market? Why are you in a restaurant?"
Su Fuliu made up a story: "Haven't you heard of 'hawthorn paired with wine, sweet and sour'?"
Feng Muting shook his head: "Never heard of it."
"Of course I've heard of it. Didn't I just tell you? So, let's buy a pot of wine, have some candied hawthorns, and enjoy a few drinks?"
“If you want a drink, of course, no problem. Let’s sit over there,” Feng Muting said, pointing to an empty seat.
"good."
The two then went over and sat down.
Feng Muting asked the waiter to bring a pot of wine, and then said to Su Fuliu, "This spot is not bad, you can see the bustling market outside."
"Yes." Su Fuliu didn't dare to look outside, afraid that the acquaintance would see her again.
Feng Muting then noticed that Su Fuliu seemed a little off: "What's wrong with you?"
"Oh, it's nothing. I was just tasting this candied hawthorn. I didn't choose well; although it's big and red, it's a bit sour," Su Fuliu said.
Feng Muting nodded: "It is a little sour, but with you here, it tastes sweet again."
A short while later, the waiter brought over a small pot of wine: "Please enjoy your meal, gentlemen."
Feng Muting poured a cup for him and Su Fuliu, then raised his cup and said, "Come, I want to see how sweet and sour hawthorn goes with wine."
Su Fuliu also raised his wine cup in return: "Your Highness, after you finish your wine, try a bite of the candied hawthorn, and you'll know."
Feng Muting smiled and downed the wine in his glass in one gulp.
But before he could even swallow the wine, he saw a familiar face walking down the street. The familiar face had also seen him and was waving at him.
Startled, he choked on his drink and coughed violently, covering his mouth.
Su Fuliu was taken aback, then immediately stood up and walked over, patting Feng Muting's back as she said, "Your Highness, what's wrong? This wine isn't that strong, is it? How did you choke on it? It seems Your Highness's alcohol tolerance is really not that great!"
As Feng Muting coughed, he glanced at the street. When he saw an acquaintance walking towards them, he quickly pulled Su Fuliu into his arms and sat her down.
Su Fuliu immediately felt embarrassed and wanted to get up, but Feng Muting wouldn't let him, holding him tightly in his arms: "Don't move, let me hold you properly."
"Your Highness, please don't do this. It's like you're harassing a respectable man." Su Fuliu felt that Feng Muting's hug was far too abrupt.
This is out in public, isn't Feng Muting afraid of being talked about?
As he spoke, he still tried to struggle to get up; he wasn't as shameless as Feng Muting.
In front of everyone, he sat in Feng Muting's lap, what kind of sight was that?
However, in the struggle, he saw a familiar face on the street and immediately stopped struggling.
Not only did he not struggle, he also snuggled into Feng Muting's arms.
This time, Feng Muting was stunned.
He looked down at Su Fuliu, who was nestled obediently in his arms, and felt a sudden itch in his heart.
The acquaintance who was about to walk towards them stopped in his tracks.
She stood there watching from a distance, her face full of surprise.