Chapter 188 - 180: Xinhua Sneaks into the Yun Mansion
The Yun Family’s dinner was extremely delicious, with dishes exquisitely and tastefully prepared, far more appetizing than any meal she had ever had in those grand restaurants in her previous life. It seemed that not only was Niu Erniu’s pastry craft impressive, but her cooking skills were top-notch as well.
Watching the little girl eagerly looking at her bowl and then at her plate, Mr. Yun’s appetite suddenly improved, and he ate half a bowl more than usual. A hint of moisture appeared in Niu Erniu’s eyes; it was so rare for her husband to willingly eat a little extra after all these years.
She turned her body to the side and wiped the corner of her eyes with her sleeve, whispering to her husband, "This is probably the most reliable thing you’ve done in all these years."
Luo Datou hummed proudly. When had he ever done something poorly? However, he didn’t argue with his wife—the dignity of a man does not include squabbling with women!
After dinner, Mr. Yun went to the backyard garden to cool down, a habit he had cultivated over many years. Tian Sisi had eaten a lot for dinner and soon felt sleepy. After taking a bath led by Niu Erniu, she went to rest in the guest room, which was close to the backyard garden. The scent of flowers wafted in, making her head spin, and before long, she drifted off to sleep.
The Yun Family’s backyard garden was the most exquisite place in the whole mansion. It was not only large but also intricately designed with artificial hills and lakes. Moreover, many rare flowers and exotic plants were grown here, providing year-round fragrance, making it a notable scene in Beijing.
It was said that the previous owner of the mansion, who was that Commandery Prince, was quite renowned in Beijing for his fondness for flowers and plants, and he spent most of his fortune on them.
Mr. Yun himself was a person of taste and took a fancy to this not-so-large Prince Mansion at first sight. Being a connoisseur, he naturally recognized many valuable flowers and plants in the garden. If one were to calculate, the value of those flowers and plants in the backyard might even exceed the mansion itself, which meant he had picked up a bargain.
Because he had eaten a bit too much at dinner, Mr. Yun felt languidly relaxed. He had Luo Datou play a vinyl record for him and sipped gently on Qiong Wine while listening to Beijing opera, particularly Mei Lanfang’s "Farewell My Concubine." Accompanied by Mei Lanfang’s melodious voice, Mr. Yun kept tapping rhythmically, thoroughly enjoying himself.
Mr. Yun usually slept very late at night, a complete night owl. Sometimes, when he was in the mood, he would fall asleep in the garden while listening to opera, and afterward, Luo Datou would carry him back to his room and tuck him in before going to sleep himself.