After that, Han Muzi placed the plate in front of Yuchi Jin before turning away and left.
Looking at the plate of blanched beef and then at Han Muzi’s back view, Yuchi Jin snorted. “Don’t think that I will eat it just because you placed it here.”
Yu Bo, who was sitting beside him, had finished half a bowl of soup, which stimulated his appetite. Upon hearing Yuchi Jin’s words, he spoke, “Old Master, if you dislike the overcooked beef, you can give it to me. My teeth are still strong enough to bite it.”
Hearing that, Yuchi Jin was enraged. “What did you just say? Did you mean that my teeth are weak?”
“You just said that the beef is overcooked, so…” Yu Bo touched his nose as he giggled.
Perhaps triggered by Yu Bo’s response, Yuchi Jin used chopsticks to pick up a slice of meat, dipped it in some sauce, then put it into his mouth. It was delicious, and the sauce had a unique taste that was different than what he usually had.
Unable to hold back himself, he asked, “What sauce is this?”
Song An replied to him, “Don’t ask. You won’t be able to buy it anywhere.”
“Why is that so?” Yu Bo asked.
Yan smiled shyly. “I made the sauce just now. Old Master Yuchi, do you like the sauce? Shall I make some for you to bring back?”
Hearing that, Yuchi Jin was shocked because he never thought that this young girl would know how to make this kind of sauce.
Han Muzi chimed in, “Yan is good at cooking. The sauce was made by her after she reached here.”
However, Yuchi Jin pouted. “I just asked what sauce this is. Did I praise it?”
Everyone was suddenly at a loss for words.
As they watched while Yuchi Jin picked up the beef slice with a pair of chopsticks and dipped it in the sauce before putting it into his mouth to chew, Yan and Han Muzi glanced at each other and found a hint on resignation in each other’s eyes.
Song An, on the other hand, scoffed bluntly without any considerations about his pride. “If that was not praise, then you were saying that it’s not good.”
With that, she got on her feet, extended her arms to take the sauce away, and placed it in front of her. “Don’t eat if you think that it’s not good. Don’t waste it.”
She then thought about it for a moment before looking at the plate of blanched beef that was placed in front of Yuchi Jin. With her lips curled up, she uttered, “That plate of meat isn’t delicious, is it? Maybe I should take them away too, in case you waste the food.”
After saying that, she quickly got up and took the plate of beef, which Yuchi Jin had only eaten two slices of, and placed it in front of her.
Yuchi Jin was speechless.
This youngest daughter of mine… is too intractable! T-This is too much!
He was furious that his brows seemed to perk up, but when facing his youngest daughter, he dared not say anything harsh, and he also indeed had nothing to say.
Yu Bo saw this scene and could not help but laugh inwardly. Old Master had conceded to Miss An for more than once, so he should have said something nice to ease their relationship. But the person being nice to him was Han Muzi, who was the person he could not help but pretend to be mean to. And when he was doing so, Miss An popped out to get in his way. Therefore, Old Master was so enraged to the extent that he was at a loss for words.
Upon having such thoughts, Yu Bo drew closer to Yuchi Jin and reminded him in a gentle voice, “Old Master, it’s better to talk less. Miss An is not someone easy to deal with.”
His voice was very low, but they were in the room, and Song An sat opposite them, so she could vaguely hear Yu Bo’s word. Narrowing her eyes, she asked, “Mr. Yu, who did you say is not easy to deal with?”
Yu Bo laughed awkwardly twice and didn’t continue the topic.
With that, this topic stopped here. Yuchi Jin thought that Yu Bo would explain a little, but he didn’t, and Song An didn’t ask further as well.
So is this what Yu Bo meant by talking less?
Just when Han Muzi was about to blanch another plate of beef slices for Old Master Yuchi, Song An suddenly pressed on her hand and scoffed, “The pot is here, and all the ingredients have been prepared. If a certain someone wants to eat, he should do it himself. After all, we don’t have maids here to serve him. If the person doesn’t want to do it himself, it’s better for him to pack up and go back to his large house. There’s a whole floor of maids waiting to serve him there.”
Han Muzi did not know how to reply. After Song An had put it this way, Han Muzi could not help Yuchi Jin even if she intended to do so initially. Yuchi Jin shot a glance at Song An, and a sudden regret filled his heart.
Why did I say such words just now? Couldn’t I just keep my mouth shut and eat quietly?
And now, not only can’t I eat that plate of meat, I also have to do it myself.
Nevertheless, at this moment, it was impossible that Yuchi Jin would want to go back to the cold, lonely mansion.
I can do it myself too; it is not that I don’t know how to, he scoffed internally.
With that, Yuchi Jin got on his feet to help himself.
As he started to move his hands, Han Muzi and Yan stopped eating and looked at him with worry.
After all, he was an elderly, and the boiling hot pot was not something one should mess with. They were worried that he might scald himself, or something unpleasant might happen.
Yan and Han Muzi exchanged glances, then Yan put down her chopsticks. “Erm… Old Master, perhaps I can help you.”
Song An cast a glance at her and spoke in a low voice, “Sit! You are Muzi’s friend, Yan, right? You are not the Yuchi residence’s maid, so there is no reason for you to serve him.”
Yan bit on her lower lips, not daring to say anything. After all, Song An had a very strong presence, and she was also Han Muzi’s elder.
After giving it some thought, Han Muzi stated in a gentle voice, “Though we are not the Yuchi residence’s maid, he is our elder after all, so we should help him. Aunty, grandfather, Mr. Yu, you can just sit and eat; Yan and I shall serve you.”
Now that Ye Moxuan was hospitalized, it would be hard for her if something were to happen to Yuchi Jin now.
Hearing that, Song An narrowed her eyes to appraise Han Muzi. Seeing that her eyes were filled with adamant, Song An thought about it for a while and decided to not disagree with her and just let her be.
Upon having such thoughts, Song An kept quiet, but Yu Bo replied to Han Muzi instead, “It’s fine. I can do it myself.”
Yuchi Jin chimed in as well, “I don’t need you to serve me; I can help myself.”
Yu Bo is almost my age. If he can do it, why can’t I?
“Did you hear that, Muzi? He doesn’t accept your kindness, so don’t waste your effort. Hurry up and eat, and after dinner, quickly go and rest. We need to go to the hospital later.”
Upon hearing the word ‘hospital’, something suddenly crossed Yuchi Jin’s mind, and he raised his head. “Why are you going to the hospital later?”
This question that he asked reminded him that the reason he came in was to wait for Ye Moxuan. But because of this meal, he had nearly forgotten about his initial aim; he actually thought that the reason he came was to have Chinese New Year’s Eve dinner together with them, and he had even forgotten about the fact that Ye Moxuan was not here.
At that instant, Yuchi Jin was displeased. “Where’s Xuan?”
When Ye Moxuan was mentioned, Han Muzi did not reply. Meanwhile, Yan kept silent as her eyes darted around.
Yuchi Jin’s appetite was lost, and so he put down his chopsticks. “I’m asking all of you a question.”
“Old man, you are so annoying. If you want to wait for him here, just do so. However, we have the right to not answer your questions.”
