Chapter 83: Is This His Grandson?
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
“Yuanyuan, please join ,” Bo Desong invited, patting the seat beside him.
One of the servants promptly pulled out a chair for Fang Yuan, and Bo Yi followed suit, taking a seat beside her.
The four chefs personally presented the dishes, each dish as visually appealing as it was aromatic. The culinary style was refreshingly innovative. Among the offerings were a giant abalone adorned with black truffles, hydrangea-infused chicken soup, fragrant golden lon cubilose with a hint of orange, stead crab infused with black dolphin at oil and a delicate vinegar sauce, wild rice stew enriched with Liao Ginseng, and more.
“Yuanyuan, do give it a try!” Bo Desong personally wielded the chopsticks and offered Fang Yuan a taste.
However, Bo Yi was one step ahead, ticulously peeling the Boston lobster at and placing it gently in Fang Yuan’s bowl.
Bo Desong was taken aback. Was this still his grandson? His grandson, displaying such thoughtfulness? He couldn’t believe his eyes.
anwhile, Butler Wen’s widened eyes mirrored his astonishnt. Could it be that Young Master was really peeling lobster for Young Madam?
Bo Yi continued, removing the crab shell and skillfully serving Fang Yuan with crab at and crab roe, as he had grown accustod to during their als together.
Bo Desong and Butler Wen watched in disbelief as Bo Yi attentively cared for Fang Yuan.
“The seafood today is quite exquisite. If you enjoy it, please indulge yourself,” Bo Yi remarked, not having taken a single bite himself.
As Bo Desong was still in shock, he asked with a smile, “Yuanyuan, does today’s al et your approval?”
Fang Yuan savored the crab at in her mouth and replied, “It’s absolutely delicious.”
“Thank you for your kind words, Young Madam!” The four chefs bowed in unison, deeply grateful for Fang Yuan’s praise. Old Sir had already promised that if Young Madam found tonight’s dinner satisfying, their salaries would be doubled for the month!
“Eat it yourself,” Fang Yuan insisted, declining Bo Yi’s attempts to serve her. However, Bo Yi persisted in placing food into her bowl, attentively noting her preferences and dislikes to ensure he selected her favorite dishes.
“Yuanyuan, please visit more often when you have ti. My ho hasn’t seen this much liveliness in ages!” Bo Yi had been preoccupied with work and hadn’t visited in months. Despite the nurous servants in the Spring Garden, Bo Desong always felt a void in his heart. But today was different; he could enjoy a al in the company of his family.
“Alright,” Fang Yuan agreed readily.
“In the future, Yuanyuan and 1 will make sure to visit you more often,” Bo Yi added.
Hearing Bo Yi’s words, Bo Desong inwardly snorted. In the past, he had been reluctant to visit, but now he agreed so readily. All he knows is how to follow his wife!
After dinner, Bo Desong led Fang Yuan on a tour, eventually reaching the top floor to admire the distant view.
“It’s quite dark now; you can’t see very far. The dayti scenery is even more stunning. There are beautiful flowers and trees, a stream, and a tall mountain. Yuanyuan, you must co visit when you have the ti.”
“Sure,” Fang Yuan replied, glancing at the ti. “It’s getting late; 1 should head back.”
“Don’t go,” Bo Desong protested with reluctance. “Stay a little longer.”
Fang Yuan responded, “I’ll co see you next ti.”
As Fang Yuan was about to leave, Bo Desong discreetly signaled Butler Wen. Understanding his intent, Butler Wen quietly departed to make arrangents.
Bo Yi held onto Fang Yuan as they took the elevator to the living room on the first floor, and suddenly, the villa’s lights dimd.
“What’s happening?” Bo Desong asked, though he knew the answer. “Why did the power go out?”
“Yes, it’s quite unusual. Despite living here for many years, we’ve never encountered such a situation before! Let investigate what’s happening. Old Master, Young Madam, please stay calm. I’ll go check it out right away,” Butler Wen assured, feigning ignorance before swiftly departing.
“Yi, please escort Yuanyuan to the sofa for the ti being,” Bo Desong suggested. He then turned to a servant and instructed, “Quickly find so candles and ergency lights.”
“Old Master, didn’t you collect so exquisite ergency lamps in the past?” a servant inquired, following the prearranged excuse.
“Oh, right, where did 1 put those? Hurry and help search for them!” Bo Desong devised a reason to leave, leaving Bo Yi and Fang Yuan alone in the spacious living room.
Bo Yi couldn’t help but smile. Clearly, there was a backup generator in the villa, and the power outage was deliberately orchestrated. Was Grandpa creating an opportunity for them to be alone?
Fang Yuan waited for so ti, glancing at the clock. “It’s already 8:30; we should go.” She was worried her parents would be concerned if she returned too late.
Bo Yi gently embraced her. “It’s still early. Stay with a little longer.”
Fang Yuan sighed. “How much ti have 1 spent with you today?”
“It’s only been a few hours. That’s not enough!” Bo Yi held her tighter. “1 want to cherish more monts with you.”
Fang Yuan couldn’t help but roll her eyes. Why was he being so clingy now? Wasn’t he quite reserved in the past?
“Let go. Grandpa might notice,” she cautioned.
Bo Yi countered with a grin, “He’ll be even happier when he does..”
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