…Did Meng Huange just pat her own Energy twice?
Yes, that’s right, she not only patted it, but her tone carried a sort of authority and comfort, almost as if she were treating me like a subordinate who wouldn’t listen…
Isn’t that wrong? Patting someone’s head is always for those of lower rank or people you’re particularly close to, isn’t it?
So what was she thinking? Did she silently and without warning place herself above me?
Watching the figure of Meng Huange as she left my room, Su Wanli’s defenses held steady as she narrowed her eyes.
But, judging by her attitude just now, she really didn’t seem to be testing me—if anything, it felt more like a kind of natural affection. In other words, did she regard me as someone she was especially close to?
No, no, no, what am I even thinking? The System already reminded me, all these are just heroine’s skills, nothing more.
The System says Meng Huange’s aversion towards me might not always be fixed at seventy, but over these past few days, I really haven’t done anything good for her. The only event that might have raised her favorability a bit was last night, when we ate those decent desserts together.
So now, what’s her aversion level toward me? Sixty? Sixty-five?
Forget it, don’t overthink. It’s better to use the time to tidy up and head downstairs for breakfast with Meng Huange.
Su Wanli yawned quietly, listening to the sound of Meng Huange’s footsteps going downstairs.
She didn’t know why, but today, Meng Huange seemed especially striking—even as a top-tier lady with years of experience, she found herself unconsciously captivated by the girl’s beauty. Is this what it means for the main heroine’s aura to be released? Truly breathtaking…
[System statistics: You have successfully resisted the heroine’s Charm Stat 0 times so far. Please keep working hard and strive to persist a little longer next time.]
I am not doing this on purpose! Meng Huange really is different today from before! And—just what is the point of you collecting these statistics all day? If it doesn’t benefit my grand female protagonist career, then stop saying it!
Su Wanli subconsciously pinched the white dumpling by her hand and stuffed it into her School Uniform pocket.
Besides, what did Meng Huange mean by “softer restrictions”? Did she really have something urgent to investigate?
But then she silently draped herself over my bed, handing me a piece of clothing as if opening up a road in the wilderness for me…
For what? It can’t be just to enjoy my panicked expressions, right?
Hmph, whatever the truth is, this girl always ignores my words, raising her head and leaving as she pleases. Later in the Council Hall, I must settle the scores for her heavy cold-shouldering and her habit of patting my head!
Su Wanli gave the Blood Clan Princess in the mirror a faint, cold smile, then draped the Baiying Academy blazer hanging on the back of her chair over herself.
Strange, wouldn’t a black evening dress fit the mood better here? Why am I still wearing the School Uniform today?
With just one change, I went from a noble Blood Clan Princess to a fallen Blood Clan High School Girl.
No time to sigh at the mirror about these trivial things. Better hurry downstairs for breakfast. Who knows, maybe I can use a wine glass to serve myself some mountain-berry wine and pretend to be a little blood clan glutton for a moment.
Shifting her gaze from the makeup Meng Huange had prepared, Su Wanli strode out of the room and carefully descended her own staircase.
Her foot had barely touched the second floor when the aroma of food from the first-floor Yan Hui Ting wafted up.
The breakfasts prepared by the household staff are always traditional—let’s say, the skill in preparation is top-notch, with great attention to nutrition and balance, but at the end of the day, it’s always just some bread and ham. The flavors are never especially bold.
But today, the air was filled with the intense fragrance of many dishes, making Su Wanli’s eyes glaze over as her pace unconsciously quickened.
Judging from the scent, there seemed to be some freshly toasted bread and the smoky aroma of grilled meat.
—Ahem, of course, I can’t just eat and forget my real business. I still need to remember to subtly probe Meng Huange about what happened yesterday…
Reminding herself not to forget her main goal, Su Wanli wiped the corner of her mouth and strode through the front door of the Council Hall.
“Ah, Miss Wanli, you’re here.”
Hearing footsteps at the door, Meng Huange, dressed in a white Guoshuang, turned her head, gave Su Wanli a small smile, and then continued arranging several more dishes from the cart onto the long table in the Council Hall.
“Sorry, I might still have some oil on me. Please wait a moment, I’ll take care of it quickly.”
Su Wanli frowned slightly and pointed at Meng Huange’s attire.
“Hm? What’s with your outfit?”
“Oh? This Guoshuang? Zhang Ru gave it to me. She told me that when working in the kitchen, it’s best to wear it so the School Uniform doesn’t get oily.”
Meng Huange quickly slipped off the Guoshuang and hung it on a nearby rack, then applied a bit of some unknown gel on herself before walking to the Yan Hui Ting’s door and giving Su Wanli an elegant gesture of invitation.
“Come on, Miss Wanli, please try my cooking.”
“Your… cooking?”
Though her actions just now already explained a lot, could all these breakfast dishes on the table really be made by Meng Huange herself?
Every item here didn’t look like it could be done in just half an hour. Just what time did she get up this morning?
And after breakfast, she’d still have to rush back to her room to tidy up her things, quietly wait for me to wake up, and then do my makeup. All this back and forth—there’s no way she could do it in less than two hours.
Su Wanli looked at the table full of various simple home dishes and freshly baked pastries, feeling a little dazed as she rubbed the bridge of her nose.
Sausage breadsticks, cheese steaks, baked vegetables, and even some bacon and grilled shrimp.
Not only were there all the dishes she herself loved at banquets, but there were also the steak tartare she tried first yesterday at the school cafeteria with Meng Huange, and the exceptionally creamy mashed potatoes.
So that’s why.
Yesterday, I purposely ate three meals with Meng Huange to figure out her food preferences, only to find out that her taste was as mysterious as ever she just quietly observed my preferences instead.
At this moment, unable to tell whether she should be moved or frustrated, Su Wanli lightly tugged at the corner of her lips and sat down at the head of the long table.
“Considering that we’ll be going on a Distant Outing tonight, and your Energy consumption might be higher, I made you a bit more food on purpose.”
Meng Huange smiled softly and sat beside Su Wanli, gesturing toward the dishes on the table.
“Of course, if you’d still rather have the type of breakfast Zhang Ru usually prepares, I can make you some right now.”
“…No need, this is fine. By the way, Meng Huange, are you today…”
Cough.
“It’s nothing.”
Su Wanli swallowed her questions and picked up the knife and fork at hand, slicing a piece of steak and putting it in her mouth.
“Like I could really ask if you’re purposely trying to please me or something today!”