IHOEAYSTTTIW Chapter 53

Chapter 53: Don’t Even Think About It, You Can’t Produce Any

Chapter 53: Don’t Even Think About It, You Can’t Produce Any

So hungry, about to disappear.

Isn’t this supposed to be a food article? (Cross that out, start again)

Isn’t he a chef? Doesn’t he own a restaurant? Isn’t a wedding just about eating and eating? Why is he sitting here so stiffly, with two servants watching him…

Lin Yan wailed inwardly, thinking about how today was the Mid-Autumn Festival, the wedding banquet was of royal standard, the food was prepared by Xiang Wei, and there were so many pastries he had researched but hadn’t had time to put on the market, he just…

Was even hungrier!!!

Taking advantage of the wide sleeves, Lin Yan stealthily felt around and quickly found a small package. He squeezed it, and his eyes lit up instantly: “Cheng Que really had foresight, hiding a pastry for me.”

The servant standing on the side quickly noticed the abnormality and whispered a word of caution: “Your Highness, the Princess Consort, this veil must be lifted by Prince An, otherwise it’s unlucky…”

Tsk, can’t even eat it yet.

Lin Yan sat up straight again, cleared his throat, and tried to put on the airs of a princess consort: “Understood, you may leave.”

The two servants exchanged a look, responded with a yes, and were about to walk out, but then turned back worriedly and instructed: “Your Highness, you must, must remember, this veil must be lifted by Prince An.”

Lin Yan casually brushed it off: “Heard, heard, heard with both ears.”

Laughable, do I look like the type of monkey who can’t sit still?

The two servants took three steps and looked back five times as they left the room, extremely worried but forced to close the door.

Lin Yan lifted a corner of the veil, made sure both of them were gone, then completely lifted the veil and threw it aside, taking out the pastry and starting to munch on it.

Eating too many pastries was a bit greasy, Lin Yan drank the tea on the table, drinking too much tea was a bit bland, so he had some candied fruit to freshen his taste…

Having eaten his fill, Lin Yan let out a satisfied burp. He touched the hair crown on his head, tried various postures, and finally found a comfortable one that wouldn’t press on his hair, and drifted off to sleep.

The daylight outside gradually dimmed, and the noise from the front yard began to subside. Lin Yan turned over and vaguely yawned. He got out of bed, rubbed his eyes, and realized it was already dark.

Lin Yan rearranged his hair, put on the veil again, and asked in a loud voice: “What time is it? Why hasn’t the… Prince returned yet?”

The servants who should have been waiting outside didn’t respond.

Lin Yan got up and took two steps towards the door, when he heard footsteps coming from outside. He quickly returned to the bedside, sat up straight, and tried to look dignified and serene.

The door creaked open, and Yun Qi walked in, swaying slightly, reeking of alcohol.

“Why did you drink so much?” Lin Yan said with feigned annoyance, reaching out to lift the veil, but Yun Qi held his hand down.

“Big Brother has suffered, I sent them to prepare food for Big Brother.” Yun Qi avoided the subject, gently lifting Lin Yan’s veil, and was momentarily stunned by Lin Yan.

Lin Yan pinched Yun Qi’s flushed cheeks and jokingly lectured him: “Minors are prohibited from drinking alcohol.”

“I only drank a little.” Yun Qi let Lin Yan play with his face, pouting with grievance, “I’m too lazy to deal with those scheming old men, I want to drink the nuptial cup with Big Brother.”

“Drink what drink.” Lin Yan patted Yun Qi’s head, putting on the airs of an elder brother, “Eat something and go to sleep.”

“No, we have to drink.” Yun Qi, half drunk, staggered to the table, picked up the wine pot, and poured two cups of nuptial wine. He put a wine cup into Lin Yan’s hand, muttering: “Drink from the same cup, from now on united as one, loving each other without doubt.”

You can’t reason with a drunk person.

Lin Yan humored Yun Qi, drinking the wine in one gulp in Yun Qi’s expectant starry eyes.

Yun Qi nodded in satisfaction, casually throwing the two empty wine cups onto the table.

Lin Yan helped the dizzy person towards the bed, coaxing him softly like a child: “Alright, alright, you’ve finished drinking, it’s time to sleep.”

“No, we haven’t tied our hair yet.” Yun Qi shook off Lin Yan’s hand, and somehow conjured a pair of scissors, carefully cutting off a strand of Lin Yan’s hair, and then cutting off a strand of his own.

Lin Yan watched Yun Qi clumsily tie the hair together tightly, put it into a delicate brocade pouch, and was increasingly speechless.

You say this person is drunk, but he can accurately find his hair among a pile of fake hair. You say he’s not drunk, but he can’t even walk straight, and if he hadn’t been protecting him, he would have fallen countless times.

Yun Qi put the purse into a box and carefully put it away: “Like this, it’s done.”

“What an exquisite little box.” Lin Yan took the box, carefully looked it over against the red candle, and then narrowed his eyes slightly.

This box was exquisitely strange. Lin Yan felt around the bottom of the box, and asked seemingly casually: “When did you prepare this box?”

“I…” Yun Qi’s eyes darted around, and looking at the box in Lin Yan’s hand, he blurted out, “It was a gift from my imperial brother.”

Lin Yan turned the box over and continued to press: “Really? Are you sure you didn’t prepare it in advance?”

“No, no.”

Lin Yan handed the box over, his face cold: “Y… L? It even has our names initials engraved on it? The Emperor prepared this too?”

Seeing that he couldn’t hide it anymore, Yun Qi scratched his head guiltily, and added an amendment to his already clumsy excuse: “This… I asked Gu Zhan to help me carve it. Just… just like those beads in scenic spots where they write your surname, custom-made, costs extra!”

Lin Yan tsked, clearly not believing it. He sighed and coaxed gently: “Xiao Qi, tell Big Brother the truth, are you…”

“Your Highness, Prince Consort, the refreshments are here.” A maid from the An Prince’s Residence appeared at just the right time, as if she had coordinated with Yun Qi.

Lin Yan glanced at Yun Qi, and didn’t continue the previous topic. He picked up the chopsticks, poked at the dumplings the maid brought, and asked softly, “What filling is it?”

The maid stole a glance at Lin Yan, and her face turned red. She buried her head even lower and whispered, “The dumplings were made by Manager Cheng Que and Manager Gu Zhan themselves, so this servant is not too sure.”

This custom has almost been worn out by TV dramas, but experiencing it personally was a first time.

Lin Yan very cooperatively picked up a dumpling, took a small bite, and spat it out: “Raw.”

“Raw, the Prince Consort himself said it.” Several maids started clapping and cheering.

Lin Yan pouted, not spoiling the fun by saying that he couldn’t produce any.

The maids laughed and scattered red dates, peanuts, longans, and lotus seeds towards the red tent, saying various auspicious words, such as “May you have a son soon,” “May you have both sons and daughters,” and “May you have many children and much happiness.”

The smile Lin Yan was trying to maintain gradually stiffened.

Yun Qi glanced at Lin Yan guiltily, and waved his hand at the maids: “Everyone in the Prince’s Residence will be rewarded, put down the dishes and leave.”

The maids thanked him cheerfully, and after the servants brought the food and placed it on the table, they happily retreated.

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