A second chance with my billionaire husband-Chapter 1556 - 303: Luring the Tiger from the Mountain, Drawing Water from the Bottom of the Cauldron

Chapter 1556: Chapter 303: Luring the Tiger from the Mountain, Drawing Water from the Bottom of the Cauldron

The next day, the weather was gloomy, looking like it was about to rain.

Yun Ya stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, arms crossed, gazing at the sky outside, just like her mood at that moment, dark and oppressive.

The maid knocked on the door and came in, "Miss, breakfast is ready."

Though it was soft confinement, the other party had never mistreated her. The three meals a day were exquisite and elaborate, and except for not being able to leave here, she could move freely throughout the whole villa.

Yun Ya sat at the dining table, eating quietly and elegantly.

Rebelling isn’t about joking with your own body, and the other party would never poison her food, so she could eat with peace of mind.

On the huge rectangular dining table, there were endless arrays of exquisite dishes. Each dish was like a priceless treasure, too exquisite to bear to chopsticks down on.

The maid laid out the napkin for her, set the utensils, holding a plate with silver chopsticks, ready to serve any dish to her in just a glance from Yun Ya.

Even more dignified than a royal Princess.

Yun Ya sat straight-backed, her inherent nobility making her seem like a real Princess, her every move graceful by nature.

The maid kept her eyes forward, feeling quietly saddened inside.

Yun Ya put down her chopsticks after only a few bites, and the maid’s heart skipped a beat, "Isn’t the food to your liking?"

The tone was cautious.

Yun Ya picked up the napkin and gently wiped her mouth, a simple move yet full of a heart-stopping elegance that made it hard for anyone to look away.

"No matter how exquisite the dishes, eating too much of it can get tiring."

The maid immediately asked, "Then what would Miss like to eat?" The person cooking was the Royal Chef of Country Y. As long as Miss mentioned it, the other party would definitely be able to make it.

"I want to have wontons," Yun Ya said blandly.

The maid was taken aback, wontons?

This... is indeed a challenge for the Imperial Chef.

"What? Can’t make it?" Yun Ya raised an eyebrow and asked.

The maid immediately replied, "As long as Miss wants to eat, it can definitely be made."

Yun Ya curled her lips, stood up, and left the dining room.

How could the Royal Chef of Country Y make wontons? It was reported to Q, and upon learning she wanted to eat wontons, a hint of a smile flashed in Q’s eyes.

Picking up the car keys, he drove away from the villa.

He traveled through streets and alleys, and in a long, narrow alley, found an old man selling wontons, the smell of wontons wafting deliciously from afar.

"Selling wontons, three bucks for a big bowl, fragrant and delicious...." The call echoed out, full of the flavor of life.

A neighborhood kid rushed out, "Uncle, one bowl of wontons, please."

"Alright, no cilantro as usual, right?" The old man burst into laughter, quickly starting the fire to cook the wontons, the hot water bubbling up, making the old man’s face rosy. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

The kid walked away with his bowl.

The customers gradually increased, all regulars, casually chatting with the old man.

Just then, drizzle began to fall from the sky, the old man looked up at the sky and sighed, "Spring rain is precious as oil, auspicious snow heralds a bountiful year...."

After the customers left, the old man prepared to pack up and leave, when a man under an umbrella approached, the rain threading down, obscuring his facial features under the cover of the umbrella.

"A bowl of wontons."

"Alright." The old man immediately tidied the stall, swiftly kneading the wontons while the water in the pot bubbled.

The old man quickly kneaded wontons while smiling and asked, "Young man, you look unfamiliar, you’re not from around here, are you? I’ve been roaming these streets for years, I remember every house here, but I’ve never seen you."

The man smiled, standing on the street with his umbrella, tall and composed, indifferent and detached.

The old man only felt that this man had an unattainable aura, thinking maybe he was a son of a rich family, so he said no more, just served the wontons and asked, "To eat here or...?"

"To go," the man said calmly.

The old man took out a disposable plastic box, filled the fragrant wontons into the takeaway box, and asked, "Cilantro, yes or no?"

The man thought for a moment, then said, "Yes, please."

"Alright."

He sprinkled some cilantro, wrapped it in a food bag, placed a disposable spoon and chopsticks, and handed it to the man, who received it with a gloved hand.

The old man casually said, "These wontons are best enjoyed hot, they won’t taste as good when cold."

The man halted his hand holding the wontons, frowning slightly.

The old man asked with concern, "What’s wrong?"

The man pulled out a hundred-yuan note from his wallet, set it on the stall, and the old man hurriedly said, "I’ll get your change...."

"It’s not necessary."

The man spoke lightly, his indifferent eyes quietly gazing at the old man before him, "My sister wants to eat wontons, would you come back with me to make a bowl for her? I can pay you ten times the reward."