Chapter 8 — Bowl of Noodles on the Wedding Night

He nodded: "Then later tell someone to go around the side door." I laughed: "Does the royal palace still have a side door?" "Just asked someone to open it." Looking at his serious appearance, I couldn't help but laugh. He held my hand and went inside. There are new lights hanging in the new hallway. A Uy stood in the kitchen and shouted loudly, saying the wontons had finished cooking, and if they didn't eat them right away, they would expand. Ky Hoan asked me in a low voice: "Eat first?" I nodded: "Eat first." The noise behind the palace gate gradually became distant. Ngu Nhu still wants to win. Ky Duc still wants to beg. Mother is probably still waiting for me to respond with a soft-hearted sentence. But the royal palace door had closed behind, the heat spreading from the little chef. A Uy ran too fast carrying the bowl, almost tripping over the threshold. Ky Hoan let go of my hand and walked up to take the tray in her hand first. "Just a little slower." I stood in the hallway, looking at his sleeve, which was stained with some soup. A Uy was scared and wanted to wipe it away. He put the tray down firmly, just smiling slightly. "It's okay." I walked over and sat down at the table. Ky Hoan pushed the first bowl in front of me. "This restaurant's wontons have the longest queue on East Street." I picked up the spoon: "Then let me taste it." He sat opposite me, with a very faint smile in his eyes. "If it's not delicious, next time change to another restaurant." I bowed my head and scooped a wonton. Heat rose in front of my eyes. This time, I don't have to give in anymore.— End of full text —