The Humble Family's Daughter Has A Spatial Pocket! novel Chapter 292

Chapter 292: Chapter 273: Uneasiness_1

Every time Daohua sent food, Xiao Yeyang would personally check it himself.

Noticing that this time the offerings seemed more comprehensive than before, Xiao Yeyang felt quite happy inside.

Defu, too, was beaming, and he said to Xiao Yeyang with a smile, “This humble one has inquired, and the sweet fermented rice is only available to the Master and the three young masters of the Yan Family. Young Master Dong and Young Master Su don’t have it. Also, things like black rice, rouge rice, and fresh fruit—our place has more than others do.”

Although Xiao Yeyang was happy at heart, he pretended not to care, “This fellow, why has he suddenly started to be good to me?”

Defu laughed, “Isn’t that because the Master has also been good to Miss Yan? Miss Yan is just returning a favor for a favor!”

Xiao Yeyang felt somewhat displeased upon hearing this. It felt as if Daohua was reluctant to owe him and had to return something whenever he gave her a little something.

Could it not be that Daohua cared about him?

Thinking this, Xiao Yeyang suddenly paused.

He realized that at some point, he had begun to pay attention to and care about what Daohua thought.

That same discomfort welled up inside him. Xiao Yeyang suddenly felt restless; he couldn’t understand where this indescribable emotion came from or how to sort it out, yet he didn’t know where to start.

Seeing that Xiao Yeyang had suddenly become unhappy, Defu was puzzled.

What happened now?

Hadn’t everything just been fine?

Glancing at the jar of sweet fermented rice, Defu smiled and said, “Master, dinner time is approaching. How about I have someone make some of the sweet fermented rice for you to drink?”

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yeyang forcibly pushed down the frustration in his heart and nodded eagerly, “Make more, Daohua’s fermented rice is very tasty.” After a moment’s hesitation, “After it’s done… send some over to the other courtyard as well.”

Defu’s face lit up, “Right away!”

Ever since Miss Yan began sending food to the other courtyard, the relationship between the Master and the former Princess Consort has been improving. Last time after returning from Xingyun Prefecture, the two even unprecedentedly sat together and talked for a while.

In treating the former Princess Consort, the Master no longer was as extreme as before.

Although the Master was born into the Imperial Family and lacked nothing, he had not enjoyed much of his parents’ love.

He knew that the Master had always been mindful of the former Princess Consort. Ever since he learned to paint with the Crown Prince and others, the first portrait he drew was of her.

Every time he saw the Master looking at the former Princess Consort’s portrait and grieving to himself, his heart ached unbearably.

Now that the relationship between the Master and the former Princess Consort was gradually warming, it was a consolation for the Master, no matter what.

“What are you waiting for?”

Seeing Defu standing still, Xiao Yeyang couldn’t help but urge him.

“This servant will go at once.”

Defu quickly turned and walked towards the kitchen. As he stepped out of the door, he looked back at the Master who had already picked up a military treatise to study.

After coming to Zhongzhou, the Master really changed.

He became more composed and more restrained. He thought, even faced with the provocation of the eldest son, the Master probably wouldn’t lose his temper like before.

Away from the tumultuous crowd and affairs of Beijing, the Master was getting better and better.

In the Academy, with companions like Young Master Dong and Yan Zhiyuan, and in Xingzhou, with the constant care from Miss Yan, it seemed as if all his resentment and dissatisfaction had been soothed.

Especially Miss Yan, who truly was a benefactor to the Master.

Not only had she saved the Master twice, but the improved relationship between the Master and the former Princess Consort, she had an indispensable role in it.

Now, he even felt somewhat grateful to Ma Feiyu. If it weren’t for his provocation back then, the Master wouldn’t have stormed out alone in a fit of pique, and he wouldn’t have been bound for Zhongzhou.

As Defu thought about this, he walked towards the kitchen with a smile.

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