Blissful Days After Widowhood - Chapter 363

The theater owner was more attentive to Brother Xiao Feng as he entered and said, “Brother Xiao Feng, are you tired? Look at your little face; you seem quite drained. I have fresh food bought from outside, called butter tea, and it could refresh the mind and quench thirst. You can drink it while it’s hot.”

“Thank you, sir,” Brother Xiao Feng replied, rising to express his gratitude.

He did not forget how the former class leader had his eyes above the top. So even though the attitude of the theater owner was different from before, Brother Xiao Feng treated him as before, polite and distant. 

The owner of the theater was not surprised and left after a while. 

The pretty Hua Dan came, holding a cup in his hand.

Seeing that Brother Xiao Feng was still facing the mirror in the room and hadn’t touched the butter tea, he tasted the tea in his hand.

Hua Dan took a big gulp and said, “It’s really fragrant. This thing is really fresh, fragrant, and strong. The owner of the theater took a lot of effort to get it from someone; you can try it.” Brother Xiao Feng was young, after all. He heard such praise and couldn’t help muttering, “Is it really so delicious?”

Hua Dan said with a smile, “You’ll know if you taste it.”

Brother Xiao Feng lifted the lid of the tea, took a sip, and frowned strangely, “It’s a bit stinky. I’m not used to drinking it.”

Hua Dan added, “You child, you don’t understand; this is a special flavor, just have a few more sips.”

Brother Xiao Feng nodded, then raised the tea cup to his lips, and the pretty Hua Dan looked at him with a smile while drinking what was in his hand.

When someone came to look for Hua Dan, he went to work first, and before leaving, he told Xiao Feng not to waste it even if he was not used to it. 

Xiao Feng also came from a poor family, so naturally he had such a habit, so he nodded. 

He was about to take a second sip when Gu Ye came. 

Now he also had a place in the auspicious theater, and the owner of the theater complimented him privately, wanting him to write a playbook for his own troupe. 

He came over unimpeded, and seeing Brother Xiao Feng drinking, Gu Ye sniffed and asked him what he was drinking. 

Hearing that it was butter tea, he stopped him and said, “This thing sounds bad for your voice. Don’t drink it. I brought you Sichuan fritillaria snow pear. My mother made it herself. You can try it.”

When they were in Hanshan Town, there was a time when Old master Wen had a cough, and Gu Yin made it. 

However, it was not easy to buy Luo Han Guo (fruit) at that time; in fact, it was not particularly authentic.

But in the capital, naturally, all kinds of ingredients could be purchased.

That Sichuan fritillaria snow pear was brown syrup and had a cool and sweet taste.

As soon as the two options were compared, Brother Xiao Feng put down the things in his hand.

After eating the one brought by Gu Ye, his throat felt more comfortable. 

Later, when the opera was about to start, Gu Ye didn’t plan to stay any longer. He only asked him, “Can I bring this butter tea back? There seems to be very little food like this in Beijing. I will bring it back to my mother; she likes unique things.”

Brother Feng said apologetically, “I’ve already had a sip of this, otherwise I’ll ask the owner of the theater to get you some fresh ones.”

Gu Ye waved his hands dismissively, “Don’t bother, my mother is the smartest; she just needs to see it.”

Brother Xiao Feng was urged, so he stopped talking, and the two separated.

Later, when Gu Ye returned home, Gu Yin and Wu Qingyi had both arrived early.

Before, they had to wait for this little brat to eat, but now that there were guests at home, of course, it was not good for others to go hungry.

So they had the cook set aside his meal alone, and the others would have their meal first.

When he came back, Mrs. Xu and her son, along with the elders of the Ge family, had gone to rest.

As soon as Gu Ye placed the food box on the table, he started complaining about being hungry.

Mrs. Wang immediately instructed someone to bring the warm food from the stove, and Gu Ye took big mouthfuls.

When Song Shiliu picked up the food box he had casually put on the table, Gu Ye spoke vaguely while eating, “Don’t throw this away; here is the butter tea I brought back, which is said to be a rare thing in the capital. I brought it especially for my mother.”

Song Shiliu took the lid off and placed it on the table.

Gu Yin smiled and said, “That’s fine, I’ll handle it.”

Song Shiliu curiously eyed the yellow butter tea and turned to ask Gu Yin, “Madam, can this servant try it?”

She had always been a bit greedy and didn’t like wasting things. She had already tasted it once before, so she didn’t want to waste something that was supposed to be thrown away without asking Gu Yin first.

“Brother Xiao Feng has already tasted it. If you want to try it, I’ll have someone buy a fresh one for you,” Gu Yin replied.

Song Shiliu hurriedly declined, and Gu Yin took the tea cup from her hand, saying, “This thing is best enjoyed while it’s hot. I’ll take care of it, and you can enjoy your meal.”

After saying that, Gu Yin took a whiff of the butter tea and noticed something was amiss.