The Blind Lover

Chapter 12: Breakfast

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

At this moment, another one of the doctor’s messages flew over. “Hello?”

Qin Yu quickly typed, “It’s alright, it’s alright. I can handle it. I’m exploring!”

“Take it easy. Remember to let us know in advance if there’s anything. Don’t face the dangers alone!”

She sent a saluting emoji in response. “Yes, sir!”

The sound of footsteps could be heard approaching outside. Qin Yu immediately swiped back to the cartoon screen.

Uncle Wen called all the servants over as he introduced the eldest young mistress to everyone in a strict manner.

Qin Yu smiled lovingly and bowed to everyone. “I’m sorry for causing so much trouble to everyone. I leave my care in your hands!”

The attendants were collectively petrified.

What was going on?

Uncle Wen was also dumbfounded by her sudden courteousness and manners. It seems that he would really have to investigate the internal proceedings of the Shi family.

Qin Yu’s movements were respectful and elegant. If it hadn’t been for those eight to ten years of training, she wouldn’t have been able to present herself like this.

Everyone’s gazes fell on this eldest young mistress.

In any case, they couldn’t let the eldest young master catch them presumptuously sizing up his new wife.

No one in M City could have compared to this young lady in terms of looks. In the past two years, Old Master Ning had hosted countless parties in his home in order to choose a lovely wife for Ning Chen; however, there had not been a single young lady in the city who showed up.

They had seen many different kinds of aristocratic ladies, but the one in front of them right now was undoubtedly the most beautiful one.

There was no wonder that the old man had decided on her in the end.

However, there was something strange about her behavior.

Why did she look like she wasn’t very bright?

Qin Yu didn’t care about what others thought about her. She sauntered over to the chair beside Ning Chen and sat down.

Even though he couldn’t see her, she still put on a wide grin as usual.

“Good morning, brother! What do you want to eat? Let me feed you, okay?”

Her voice was clear and earnest.

Everyone was stunned from hearing her voice and what she said to their young master.

The young mistress had addressed him affectionately as ‘brother’.

Not only that, she offered to feed him as well.

Was she showing off her passion or playing house?

The corners of Ning Chen’s lips curled up slightly, and he said gently, “Xiaoyu, tell me, what’s for breakfast today?”

Qin Yu immediately looked at the food on the table and spoke distinctly.

“There’s my favorite soup dumplings, white steamed buns, and that yellow thing that looks like a long stick. There’s also... vegetables, and... porridge. There’s a white drink and a black one too.”

She finished reporting everything that was on the table in one breath.

Uncle Wen felt his heart stop beating and he did not even bother turning to observe the aghast expressions of the maids.

Worse yet, their young master had not given the order to dismiss them.

Ning Chen chuckled softly, and they were all appalled yet again.

Their eldest young master, who radiated self-confidence, was always considerate and pleasant, even when dealing with the servants in the house. He stood out from the rest of the aristocrats.

However, he never smiled.

At most, the corners of his lips would curl up faintly whenever he tried to make his grandfather happy.

Even the oldest servants, who had been serving the family for three generations and had watched him grow up, had never seen him laugh like this.

Uncle Wen promptly stepped forward and was about to speak when Ning Chen raised his head, causing the butler to stop in his tracks.

“Xiaoyu, that yellow stick is an oil-fried pastry called a youtiao. The white water is milk, and the black water is coffee,” explained Ning Chen patiently.

Qin Yu’s big eyes blinked. “Oh, then, is it delicious?”

“Try it,” he urged.

She reached out and grabbed one of the pastries, proceeding to stuff it into her mouth and took a huge bite.

She exclaimed, “Ah! Brother, it tastes so good!”

The young master did not say anything, but he had a broad grin on his face.

She put the stick of pastry that she had taken a bite out of down onto the plate in front of her, before eagerly looking at the platter covered by the cloche on the table. “Ning Chen, can I eat the dumplings?”

“Of course. Do you like those?” Ning Chen asked.

Qin Yu nodded and replied restlessly.

“Yes, yes. Once, I gave a beautiful necklace to my sister, and she gave me two of the soup dumplings.

“It’s really delicious, Ning Chen, delicious! That’s what it tastes like!”

Qin Yu’s first experience of ‘deliciousness’ had been the dumplings her sister had given her. She couldn’t wait any longer as she crammed one into her mouth.

Uncle Wen and the servants behind him were petrified at the sight of this, as if Medusa herself had glared at them.

This alluring woman who seized food with her bare hands was really going to be the eldest young mistress of the Ning family?

Fortunately, the old master had already boarded the plane last night for vacation. Otherwise, wouldn’t he have had a heart attack this morning?