He ate the simple fried rice with great relish.
Yun Mengyao quietly watched Hong Yu wolf down his food. Only then did she dutifully go to clear the dishes.
Given Hong Yu's current status, the Hong Family had arranged for servants and maids. But Yun Mengyao insisted on doing everything herself, personally waiting on Hong Yu. While this left Hong Yu feeling a bit helpless, he was even more so deeply moved.
As evening fell, the young girl was inside, making Hong Yu's bed.
"Brother, it's ready for you! I embroidered this bedsheet with my own hands!" Yun Mengyao's eyes narrowed into twin crescents, and her bright gaze sparkled as she called out to Hong Yu, as if seeking praise.
Hong Yu smiled, looking at the bedsheet. A Cyan Dragon soared through the clouds, its embroidery exquisite and its design powerful—very much to his liking.
"You, your skill could almost rival a master embroiderer's!" Hong Yu gave her a thumbs-up.
