I became the God Brother of the Regent King after Transmigration!-Chapter 155 - 105: None of These Are Gu Lan’s Flavor (2)

Chapter 155: Chapter 105: None of These Are Gu Lan’s Flavor (2)

The Fifth Young Master Rong, who was planning to ask Jiu for money, felt really embarrassed. Besides, since Jiu was still recovering from his injuries, he decided to make a meal for him to prove that he was a master who cared for his subordinates.

Rong Heng carried the groceries and pushed open the door of Wei Chengyuan’s former home.

Inside, Jiu, who was wrapped in thick bandages, stuck out his chubby face upon hearing the sound. Seeing Rong Heng, his eyes lit up with surprise, "Your Highness, what brings you here."

Rong Heng put down the groceries, lit a fire in a copper pot, and said coldly, "I’m afraid you might starve to death all alone."

Jiu was so moved that his eyes reddened. Supporting himself, he got down from the couch, "Your Highness, are you personally going to cook for me? I’ve never tasted your cooking before."

With that, he hobbled out to the courtyard and sat, watching Rong Heng draw water to wash the vegetables, his gaze full of doubt.

Rong Heng rolled up his sleeves and glanced at him, "What kind of look is that?"

Jiu said, "I was just wondering if your cooking would... ahem, what are you making, Your Highness?"

He stopped himself halfway, fearing it would hurt His Highness’s pride. After all, this was his first time cooking, and no matter how bad it turned out, he would eat it to show encouragement.

Rong Heng rolled his eyes, a bit dizzy from hunger.

He stared at the vegetables soaking in water, then fished them out, setting them aside on a plate. He poured clean water into the pot and tossed in some chopped scallions.

After doing all this, Rong Heng watched the flames burning under the copper pot, his eyes turning amber, as he felt a bit dazed.

"Brother Hang, there’s nothing a hotpot can’t solve. If there is, just have another one!"

"Brother Hang, that’s how we eat at home."

"Brother Hang, such beautiful weather, as the old saying goes, to discuss life over green plums and wine, shall we become sworn brothers?"

"Zichan...Am I the only one who knows?"

"I’ve only shared my hotpot with you."

In his ears, Gu Lan’s voice always seemed rambunctious, as if one person were as loud as four, calling out: Brother Hang, Brother Hang.

Her hotpot could be shared with many people in the future, but getting too close to him would not have a good outcome.

So, he couldn’t allow Gu Lan to get close again.

Rong Heng snapped back to reality, seeing the scars on Jiu’s body.

No one would call him Zichan ever again in this world.

"Your Highness, I’ve never seen food cooked like this," Jiu said.

Rong Heng lowered his eyes, slicing tofu into small cubes, then sprinkled them with salt and put them in the pot to cook.

"Tofu hotpot, eat up."

Jiu blinked, "Is this a creation of Young Master Gu?"

Rong Heng’s eyes shifted, "How did you know?"

"Your Highness, you only make that expression when you think of Young Master Gu. Yesterday, Lin He sent someone to bring me food, and I found out you and Young Master Gu had a falling out at the Imperial Family? How have you been eating these days?"

Jiu looked at Rong Heng’s expression, carefully asking.

Rong Heng straightened his face, hesitated for a moment, then spoke faintly, "What kind of expression do I have thinking about Gu Lan...?"

After asking, he picked up a piece of cooked tofu and put it in his mouth, but frowned.

The tofu was tender, and even a simple water-boil makes it tasty, especially in cold weather. Eating a pot of tofu hotpot is delightful without any meat.

This was something Gu Lan had said.

But this was not the taste Gu Lan used to make.

"Without Gu Lan, would I starve to death?" Rong Heng asked, eating the steamy tofu, but his voice was icy cold.

Jiu swallowed hard, wanting to say...that expression was like Prince Rui looking at Princess Rui... it wasn’t a normal look.

"Your expression is just... not very happy?" Jiu described with difficulty.

Rong Heng put the kitchen knife down with a "clink," sneering, "Knowing I’m not happy, you wait for the pot to boil yourself then."

Jiu: ...

Rong Heng wiped his hands dry, pressed his brow, feeling his visit today was a mistake.

He picked up a packet of sugar beans wrapped in oil paper on the stone table, walked to the courtyard door, and sat on the threshold.

The golden glow of the setting sun stretched a long shadow at the boy’s feet, casting him in desolation yet elegance.

Rong Heng remained silent, putting a sugar bean in his mouth.

Sweet, this one’s apple-flavored, he should have liked it.

But, this too wasn’t the previous taste.

Clearly, he cooked the hotpot following Gu Lan’s method; she used to boil tofu this way. So why did it taste different now?

He had bought candies from the same shop, and yet, suddenly, he didn’t like them very much either.

Rong Heng knitted his brows, popped several more sugar beans into his mouth.

Then, a graceful figure appeared in front of him.

It was a pair of black boots, embroidered with water patterns in gold and silver threads, looking lavish and luxurious.

The black shadow stretched, casting upon him.

Rong Heng chewed the sugar beans, his gaze rising inch by inch, seeing the familiar dark green xiu jade-laden fan tucked at the waist.

That waist was slender, and Rong Heng suddenly felt the candies in his mouth grow sweeter.

Gu Lan, panting heavily, walked to Rong Heng then, restrained her breathing, and arrogantly questioned:

"Didn’t you not like candies?"

She had finally found this little liar, hiding by Wei Chengyuan’s doorstep eating sweets.

Rong Heng rubbed his eyes and realized this wasn’t an illusion; Young Master Gu had indeed appeared before him!

His hand gripping the paper packet trembled slightly, nearly spilling the candies onto the ground.

Rong Heng instinctively wanted to finish chewing his candy, only to choke as the sweetness overwhelmed him.

"Cough cough, cough cough, who said I like candies," Rong Heng tilted his head, squinted at Gu Lan, with the corners of his eyes lightly tinged with red, his expression quite indifferent, "These are your previous ones, I... didn’t want to waste."

He initially intended for Jiu to take the blame, then recalled Jiu was still supposedly "dead," thus forcibly changing the topic.

Hoping Jiu would stay put inside and not come out like a ghost.

Young Master Gu thought of him sneakily eating candies so blatantly, and if he knew Jiu was actually fine, all his earlier efforts would be in vain, making him a buffoon in her eyes.

Gu Lan’s face was even sourer than Rong Heng’s, unreservedly exposing him: "I tracked you from East Third Street to Fuan Street, do you think the candy shop staff are blind? You even bought the whole store, how unscrupulous."

Rong Heng: ...

He stood up, moved from the threshold to the road, not wanting Gu Lan to enter the yard.

"This is my business, nothing to do with Young Master Gu," Rong Heng said flatly, though his eyes were not as cold as they were days ago at the Imperial Family, they were still exceptionally unfeeling.

Gu Lan clenched her fists, and with a punch, struck the wall beside Rong Heng.

With a "crack," a thin crack appeared in the wall...but her hand was perfectly fine.

Rong Heng’s pupils contracted, then he composed himself, coldly saying, "Is Young Master Gu looking to fight?"

Gu Lan took a deep breath, irritably furrowing her brows, taking out a handkerchief to wipe the dust off her hand, eyes sharp as blades: "Fine, I wasn’t planning to keep pestering you, but I’ll starve you... but, return my candies."

Rong Heng immediately secured his candies, stuffing them into his chest: "I bought them, why should I give them to you."

"Didn’t you say these were the ones I gave you before?"

Rong Heng’s expression froze: ... she got me.

He walked to the alley’s exit, his back to Gu Lan, only showing a handsome profile.

The lingering glow of the sunset faded, enveloping him in coldness and loneliness: "I bought these to mourn for Jiu."

Gu Lan: "Rong Heng, you sure know how to spin a tale."

Just as Gu Lan was about to say she’d already guessed Jiu wasn’t actually dead, an unusual sound came from the low wall of the alley.

Gu Lan twitched her ears, casually pulled out a concealed dart from her sleeve, flinging it out!

With a crisp "clack," a sharp arrow was knocked off course by the dart, falling to the ground.