Chapter 1215: Chapter 1215: In This World, Only Bai Zhi’er Tastes Good
Feng Fuce was about to speak when a light cough came from the doorway —
"Um, are you guys done? Can I come in?"
Bai Zhi’er, like a startled kitten, instantly bounced off Feng Fuce.
Feng Fuce stayed calm, though he looked at Chu Ping with a hint of disdain.
It seemed he thought Chu Ping’s timing was off.
Feng Fuce patted his robe: "What’s the matter?"
Chu Ping placed the food box on the table.
He smiled and said, "Well, Xiao Mei and I are getting married soon, and according to Xiao Mei’s hometown customs, we need to share the ’happy noodles’ before the wedding."
"We’ve prepared a portion for the Marquis and the Princess to taste. Whoever eats the happy noodles will share in the joy and blessings. Unmarried men and women will also find their true love sooner."
Feng Fuce seemed disinterested: "Just leave it there."
He wouldn’t eat it.
In this world, only Bai Zhi’er is delicious.
Oh no, it’s the lucky fragrance of Bai Zhi’er.
However, Bai Zhi’er couldn’t help but feel hungry.
"It smells so good. Is this Sister Qingmei’s handiwork?"
"The Princess has such a keen nose!" Chu Ping praised, opening the food box, and a bowl of fragrant happy noodles was revealed.
Bai Zhi’er said with a smile, "Since that’s the case, I must taste it myself."
"Alright, I’ll pick a bowl for you." He took out a small bowl prepared in advance from the food box.
As Bai Zhi’er tasted it, she praised, "No wonder it’s Sister Qingmei’s handiwork; I’ve tasted the flavor of happiness and sweetness!"
"Brother Chu Ping, I wish you both a hundred years of harmony and love until old age!"
"Thank you, Princess!" Chu Ping grinned widely.
As he turned his head, he noticed Feng Fuce had already stood beside him.
"Give me a bowl too," Feng Fuce said coldly.
Chu Ping froze: "Didn’t the Marquis say he didn’t want to eat?"
Feng Fuce raised his eyebrows: "When did I say that?"
Seeing his icy, threatening gaze, Chu Ping chose to keep silent.
Whatever the Marquis says, goes!
After a while, Qingmei came back with freshly cooked pastries, and Bai Zhi’er and Feng Fuce had already buried their heads, finishing a large bowl of happy noodles together.
Qingmei was surprised: "Why did you bring it today?"
Chu Ping froze: "Wasn’t it meant to be before the wedding?"
Qingmei, exasperated, said, "The wedding date has been moved to late spring; did you forget?!"
"I didn’t forget, but our engagement is in two days; can’t we eat happy noodles before the engagement?"
"According to the customs of my hometown, it’s supposed to be eaten the night before the wedding!"
Chu Ping then realized he made a blunder.
"Xiao Mei, don’t be upset..." Chu Ping helplessly looked at Feng Fuce and Bai Zhi’er: "Marquis, Your Highness, could you eat another bowl then?"
Feng Fuce swallowed the noodles in his mouth with a cold face.
He had reluctantly eaten a lot just to share the noodles with Bai Zhi’er.
And now Chu Ping suggested they eat another round!?
Feng Fuce sneered: "Chu Ping, your brain..."
Before he could finish his sentence, Bai Zhi’er agreed for him.
"Sure, we don’t mind. It’s so delicious; another bowl wouldn’t be a problem, right, Brother Fu Ce?"
Feng Fuce’s murderous tone towards Chu Ping abruptly stopped.
After a moment, he nodded at Bai Zhi’er: "Yes."
A bead of cold sweat ran down Chu Ping’s forehead.
The Marquis’ expression earlier clearly didn’t seem like he agreed.
Yet looking at Feng Fuce now, he was smiling softly at Bai Zhi’er, while Bai Zhi’er was watching Qingmei.
Chu Ping felt that he might not only get married earlier than the Marquis, but even when he holds a child, the Marquis might still not be wed to the Princess.
