After Dressing Up As a Little Fulang

Compared with the dark clouds where Qing Yue passed, the small courtyard where An Yun was located was peaceful and quiet.

An Yun ate, drank medicine, took a walk for a while, and then slept on a soft couch by the window, covered with a thin blanket.

When An Yun woke up again, he still felt a little dry. Before he could speak, a cup of tea was handed to him, which shocked him.

This scare directly woke An Yun out of his wits. When he came to his senses and saw who it was, he realized that the person turned out to be Xiao Cui.

Xiao Cui looked at An Yun, who had just woken up from sleep, with messy hair, a little moisture in his eyes, flushed cheeks, and disheveled clothes, revealing his jade-white skin. A few blushes first appeared on her face, and then quickly faded away. She shook her head and said in shame, “Fulang, I’m sorry, I scared you.”

After being startled and realizing that the visitor was Xiao Cui, An Yun was no longer so scared. He took the tea in her hand and took a sip. Then he looked at her with some confusion and said, “You… Why are you here?”

Logically speaking, Xiao Cui would usually only appear in front of him when she was delivering medicine to him, and this was not the time to drink medicine at the moment.

Xiao Cui hadn’t recovered from the shame of scaring An Yun. She raised her head and glanced at him. After seeing his red lips that looked like fresh cherries after drinking water, her face turned a little redder for no reason. She lowered her head again, not daring to look at him.

Xiao Cui felt in in her entire life, she had never seen someone as good-looking as the fulang. For some reason, just by looking at him, she didn’t dare to look directly at his appearance. She felt if she looked at him a few more times, she would show an ugly appearance that the fulang would not like.

Fortunately, although Xiao Cui did not dare to look directly at An Yun, she did not forget her mission here. So, she muttered to An Yun’s slightly confused eyes, “Fulang, I came here to tell you, our kitchen has a new chef. He knows that you want to borrow the kitchen, and he said the kitchen is empty from noon to afternoon. You can use it for whatever you want to do.”

An Yun was a little confused at first about why the chef had been replaced while he was sleeping. Then he heard Xiao Cui say that he could borrow the kitchen, and he asked with bright eyes, “Really?”

Xiao Cui nodded and looked up at the fulang in front of her, whose eyes were shining with excitement, making him look livelier and more beautiful. Her heart beat like a drum, and her cheeks were stained with crimson.

An Yun didn’t notice anything unusual about Xiao Cui. In his heart, Xiao Cui had always been a shy girl, and it was normal for her to blush frequently.

After hearing what Xiao Cui said, An Yun immediately thought he would be able to make the bayberry mash soon and then offer it to the young master. If the young master accepted it, it would bring them closer, which would be another step forward for his plan.

An Yun couldn’t help but be excited when he thought about the bright future. He immediately stood up and said to Xiao Cui, “Please wait here for a while. I will change my clothes and go to the kitchen with you.”

Xiao Cui nodded.

An Yun went to the inner room and opened the closet. Only then did he realize the original cotton clothes in the closet had been replaced by soft, smooth, and gorgeous clothes.

An Yun was stunned. He didn’t expect the maids would even change the clothes for him. After rummaging in the closet for a quarter of an hour, he managed to find a set of clothes suitable for work.

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After changing clothes and coming out, An Yun walked toward the kitchen with Xiao Cui, who had regained her composure.

When he arrived in the kitchen, An Yun found that compared to the perfunctory attitude when he had come here that morning, their attitude toward him was now a bit more flattering.

An Yun felt a little strange but didn’t delve too deeply into it.

After the new Chef Zheng, who looked like a Maitreya Buddha, smiled and told An Yun that he could use everything in the kitchen at will, and if there was anything missing, they could go look for it, An Yun started making his bayberry mash.

At this time, An Yun was wearing a blue shirt, and the excess fabric on his hands and ankles was tied up with strips of cloth, turning it into something similar to a fancy dress.

It was an extremely conservative attire, but because of An Yun’s tall back, small waist, slender and long legs, it looked a bit unusual, making people feel breathless at first sight.

The neatness with which he worked added a bit of unwarranted charm to him.

An Yun grew up in an orphanage, so work came naturally to him.

After getting permission to use the kitchen, An Yun looked for glutinous rice. Upon discovering although there were bayberries, there were not many, he asked them to bring in more.

An Yun first soaked the glutinous rice for half an hour, then took it out and placed it in the steamer to steam into dry rice.

During this period, the additional bayberries he had requested arrived. An Yun soaked them together with the original ones for a quarter of an hour to remove impurities and insects. He then took them out, rinsed them with water, blanched them in boiling water, removed the cores, and mashed them.

At this time, the steamed glutinous rice was placed in a jar that had been sterilized with boiling water.

An Yun poured the mashed bayberry into the glutinous rice, sprinkled rice wine over it, and mixed it well. He then covered it with oil paper and finally put the lid back on to ensure it was airtight and no dirt would fall in.

After doing this, An Yun wiped the sweat from his forehead, feeling it was not easy for him today.

Xiao Cui had been helping by the side. Seeing that An Yun was done, she finally couldn’t help but ask, “Fulang, is it ready now?”

An Yun shook his head and said, “It’s not ready. It’s only half done. It has to be left for another two or three days. Only then we can open the lid and check whether the bayberry mash is done.”

An Yun figured the deadline set by the young master would be reached by then, and whether it would succeed or not would depend on the last moment.