Chapter 591 Now, all she wants to do is run away

about him. " 。"Hanchuan might not even know himself who he likes." 。Zhao Yu glanced at He Hanchuan's back, "Alright, let's not talk about these unpleasant things" 。Everyone's about here. Why don't..."You little rascal, in my eyes you're all just children. What Not happy about it" The old man tapped his head with his chopsticks, muttering complaints under his breath.

Han Cheng deliberately clutched his head and cried out, "Wrong, wrong!" The old man was amused by him and chuckled helplessly, his eyes filled with fondness.

Mulan watched them silently, a gentle smile on her delicate face, though fatigue was apparent. The smile didn't quite reach her weary eyes.

After the playful banter, the old man looked at her, feeling a little embarrassed to say more. He could only sigh and set out her chopsticks and a small dish of vinegar for her, "Eat more, girl."

"That's right, I wouldn't be able to ask Uncle to make dumplings for me. He's doing this for you, so you should eat a few more to show your appreciation~” Han Cheng laughed brightly, when he was in a good mood, he talked a lot.

He stuffed a dumpling into his mouth in one bite, humming with satisfaction, “Hmm, so delicious! Uncle’s cooking still tastes just like it used to!”

Uncle smiled with delight, overjoyed.

The two of them sang back and forth, but Menglan’s refusal to join in made her appear impolite. She tightly clenched her chopsticks, and when they finally landed on the jade plate, her brow furrowed.

To be honest, she had no appetite and couldn't eat anything.

Though she still put on a face of politeness, using her chopsticks to pick up a single dumpling and taking small bites of the meat filling, her expression was slightly dazed.

I don't know if it was the heat from the dumplings in the plate that made her eyes red, or if it was the sudden rush of memories that welled up in her heart at this moment, but Dream Orchid's eyes were brimming with tears, and they spilled over instantly.

She still remembers when her parents were busier, Feng Mu and Han Cheng got tired of the food cooked by the housemaid, they would sneak out to cook small meals together. And she would follow them eagerly to get a free meal. After trying several places, the “secret base” tavern became their first choice!

Later, when Feng Mu was about to have her birthday, she decided to learn how to make dumplings from A-Bo herself. As a result, after a whole week of practice, she broke ten plates and five bowls in the kitchen, ruined three bags of flour, and only managed to knead out something that looked vaguely like a dumpling.

When she held the steaming dumplings and excitedly ran to Feng Mu's birthday party, she saw him surrounded by a group of wealthy young masters and ladies. They were chattering away, sharing a human-shaped cake and unwrapping piles of gifts worth tens of thousands of yuan.

And there was still a dusting of flour on her clothes. Looking at the crowd surrounding Feng Mu, who was handsome and charismatic, she felt too shy to approach him.

She silently hugged the thermos and hid in the small pavilion in the backyard. Waiting like this, it was already late at night, the cold wind whistled, she was exhausted and kept dozing off. Her eyes were blurry, her consciousness was hazy, and as she felt a big hand dragging her head,

Only a magnetically cold voice reached her ears, “Liu Xinrui, are you stupid”

Suddenly, her eyes widened, she looked up, and excitedly gazed at Feng Mu, "You're done I made dumplings for you, try them!"

"No, thank you."

"No, no, look, it's only five minutes until twelve! Although I can't be the first to wish you a happy birthday, then I'll just be the last one." She excitedly lifted the pot lid, dumping all the dumplings out at once. But because they had been sitting for too long, they were all misshapen.

Even looking at it made her lose her appetite, let alone someone as picky as Feng Mu.

"Stop eating, I'm going to turn the dumplings over. Sorry, I messed up again." She hung her head in dejection.

Just as she was about to turn and leave, Feng Mu suddenly pulled her back by the neck, snatched the dumpling away, and pressed his lips down in disdain. "Liu Xinrui, don't you know it's shameful to waste food I'm hungry, just have a bite for me!"

Seeing Feng Mu stuffing the dumplings into his mouth without any restraint, she excitedly leaned forward, her eyes gleaming again, "Are they delicious"

"It's not good."

She stared blankly, "Then you ate all of it..."

"I'm hungry."

"Liar!" She argued, claiming it wasn't good even though she finished the whole dish. It was delicious!

"Liu Xinru, don't you dare talk too much, or I swear I'll shove this plate in your mouth, alright"

At twelve o'clock midnight, fireworks 'whooshed' into the sky, blooming instantly in a breathtaking display. She clasped her hands together, her eyes wide and shining with anticipation, "Feng Mu, I hope to be with you this year, next year, every year, forever and always!"

But then she seemed to have forgotten that wishing for others doesn't count.

The former fencing instructor, he was someone she yearned for, a scarlet mole on her heart that she longed to be close to at every moment.

Today's confinement, is her escape and yet retreat, she just wants to forever flee from that demon!

"Patter, patter..." The tears fell one after another into the soup, and my heart felt as if it were being cut to pieces at this very moment.

"Hey there, girl, what's wrong" the old man said nervously, rushing to grab some tissues and hand them to her.

"It's nothing." Menglan took it, hastily wiping away her tears. Her voice was hoarse with a slight sob as she chuckled softly, "Perhaps I just miss Uncle's dumplings because I haven't had them in a long time."

But the more she wiped, the more tears fell like they were free. She stood up, pulled back her chair, "I'm going to the restroom, you guys chat."

She wasn't one to share her thoughts, nor did she want others to see her vulnerability.

But today, she lost her composure.

She actually… damn it, lost her composure!

After she had composed herself, Menglan just walked out of the restroom and saw that quite a few customers had already gathered in the small tavern.

But most of them were female students from nearby universities, whispering to each other excitedly.

Following their gaze, they saw Han Cheng sitting in front of the grand piano reserved for them, trying out a few keys softly.

Seeing Menglan walk out, he quickly gave Ah-Ber a gesture.

"Tick-tock—" The piano sound suddenly rang out, Han Cheng's brows gradually relaxed, he gradually entered the state, seriously looking at the score and playing a song.

Mulan's footsteps froze, unable to move another inch.

Looking at the yellow glow of the lights over Seoul, it seemed like the whole person was bathed in a golden sheen, radiating nobility like a prince.

His distinctly articulated fingers fell upon the keys, slender and fair, incredibly beautiful.

He played a piano piece titled "By Name and Surname," and at the climax, he hummed along to a few lines.

The prelude to the love song they set as their theme in 2007.

If you keep thinking about it, it's not a good thing

……

How you are like a specimen, residing in my heart..."

Han Cheng's voice was as pleasing to the ear as ever. Meng Lan tilted her head, looking at him, her eyes softening with affection.

Meanwhile, the young girls in the audience were already smitten with him. They gazed at him with starstruck eyes and even speculated that Han Cheng was a male god from an undiscovered idol group, planning to ask for his WeChat ID!

16446330 / 64247570.

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